Scrambleford Green--Scrambleford Green--no, no, I'm wrong--Dundleton Tower--Dundleton Tower.' 'How far is that from here ?' asked Mr.Sponge.
'Oh, ten miles--say ten miles,' replied Mr.Jawleyford.It was sometimes ten, and sometimes fifteen, depending upon whether Mr.Jawleyford wanted the party to go or not.

These elastic places, however, are common in all countries--to sight-seers as well as to hunters.

'Close by--close by,' one day.

'Oh! a lo-o-ng way from here,' another.
It is difficult, for parties who have nothing in common, to drive a conversation, especially when each keeps jibbing to get upon a private subject of his own.

Jawleyford was all for sounding Sponge as to where he came from, and the situation of his property; for as yet, it must be remembered, he knew nothing of our friend, save what he had gleaned at Laverick Wells, where certainly all parties concurred in placing him high on the list of 'desirables,' while Sponge wanted to talk about hunting, the meets of the hounds, and hear what sort of a man Lord Scamperdale was.