Ah! he was a droll one, was Monsieur Callow, and a gentleman too.

I never had a billiard-marker like him.
He could play any man, and lose by one point; and he could recite and sing; and oh, he eat so little! Every one laughed at him; but he laughed little himself, and thought himself too good for his fellow- waiters." "What was he like ?" asked Roger, flushing with excitement.
"A fine young man, with long curly hair, and whiskers and a beard.

He was afraid of nothing, tall and strong.

Ah me! I have seen him knock a man down at a blow.

He was a wild, reckless man, was Monsieur Callow; but a good servant, and oh! a beautiful billiard player.