David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 64 Page 8

by no means so influential as in days of yore!

Working at his chambers in the Temple, with a busy aspect, and his hair (where he is not bald) made more rebellious than ever by the constant friction of his lawyer’s-wig, I come, in a later time, upon my dear old Traddles.

His table is covered with thick piles of papers; and I say, as I look around me:

‘If Sophy were your clerk, now, Traddles, she would have enough to do!’

‘You may say that, my dear Copperfield! But those were capital days, too, in Holborn Court! Were they not?’

‘When she told you you would be a judge? But it was not the town talk then!’