What he doesn't know would fill six hundred volumes of the Triassic Cyclopaedia.

I caught him only the other night trying to teach his grandmother to suck eggs, although my estimable wife was a past-mistress of that art four hundred years before he was born.

He has absolutely no respect for age, and frequently refers to me as "the old boy," criticizes my clothes, and remarks apropos of my patriarchal garments that night-shirts as an article of dress for a five o'clock tea went out a thousand years ago.

Indeed, so disrespectful is he that I sometimes wonder if he is not a foundling.

I note two suspicious things in respect to him.