He desired me anxiously to elaborate this view, and I assured him it was quite within my powers.

He wished me also to understand that George's business had its ups and downs (the other brother was meantime sailing to and fro serenely); that he got into low water at times, which worried him rather, because he had married a young wife with expensive tastes.

He was having a pretty anxious time of it generally; and just then Cloete ran up in the city somewhere against a man working a patent medicine (the fellow's old trade) with some success, but which, with capital, capital to the tune of thousands to be spent with both hands on advertising, could be turned into a great thing--infinitely better-paying than a gold-mine.

Cloete became excited at the possibilities of that sort of business, in which he was an expert.
I understood that George's partner was all on fire from the contact with this unique opportunity.
"So he goes in every day into George's room about eleven, and sings that tune till George gnashes his teeth with rage.

Do shut up.