“Which of ’em have you got in that lot?” asked Mr. Boffin. “Can you find out pretty easy?”

“Well, sir,” replied Silas, turning to the table of contents and slowly fluttering the leaves of the book, “I should say they must be pretty well all here, sir; here’s a large assortment, sir; my eye catches John Overs, sir, John Little, sir, Dick Jarrel, John Elwes, the Reverend Mr. Jones of Blewbury, Vulture Hopkins, Daniel Dancer⁠—”

“Give us Dancer, Wegg,” said Mr. Boffin.

With another stare at his comrade, Silas sought and found the place.