Their meetings were rare, and, so far as I can make out, for the most part accidental.

But, as I said before, my oldest inhabitant is somewhat hazy, and excruciatingly prolix; his chaff is in the proportion of some fifty to one of his wheat.

I've given a good deal of time to this case already, you see, Mr.Hawkehurst; and you'll find _your_ work very smooth sailing compared to what I've gone through." "I daresay that sort of investigation is rather tiresome in the earlier stages." "You'd say so, with a vengeance, if you had to do it," answered George Sheldon almost savagely.

"You start with the obituary of some old bloke who was so disgustingly old when he consented to die that there is no one living who can tell you when he was born, or who were his father and mother; for, of course, the old idiot takes care not to leave a blessed document of any kind which can aid a fellow in his researches.
And when you've had the trouble of hunting up half a dozen men of the same name, and have addled your wretched brains in the attempt to patch the half dozen men--turning up at different periods and in different places--into one man, they all tumble to pieces like a child's puzzle, and you find yourself as far as ever from the man you want.

However, _you_ won't have to do any of that work," added Mr.Sheldon, who was almost in a passion when he remembered the trouble he had gone through.
"The ground has been all laid out for you, by Jove, as smooth as a bowling-green; and if you look sharp, you'll pick up your three thou' before you know where you are." "I hope I shall," answered Valentine coolly.