But how are we to ferret out his doings in London?
A man who was born in 1720 is rather a remote kind of animal." "The secret of success in these matters is time," answered the lawyer sententiously: "a man must have no end of time, and he must keep his brain clear of all other business.

Those two conditions are impossible for me, and that's why I want a coadjutor: now you're a clever young fellow, with no profession, with no particular social ties, as I can make out, and your time is all your own; ergo, you're the very man for this business.

The thing is to be done: accept that for a certainty.
It's only a question of time.

Indeed, when you look at life philosophically, what is there on earth that is _not_ a question of time?
Give the crossing-sweeper between this and Chancery-lane time enough, and he might develop into a Rothschild.

He might want nine hundred years or so to do it in; but there's no doubt he could do it, if you gave him time." Mr.Sheldon was becoming expansive under the influence of the brandy-and-soda; for even that mild beverage is not without its effect on the intellectual man.
"As to this Haygarth case," he resumed, after the consumption of a little more soda and a little more brandy, "it's a sure success, if we work it properly; and you know three thou' is not to be despised," added George persuasively, "even if a fellow has to wait some time for it." "Certainly not.