He's soft enough to bruise easily." "Ye're just too lazy to fight onybody," declared Macfarlane.
Lorimer smiled sweetly.

"Thanks, awfully! I dare say you're right.

I've never found it worth while as yet to exert myself in any particular direction.

No one has asked me to exert myself; no one wants me to exert myself; therefore, why should I ?" "Don't ye want to get on in the world ?" asked Macfarlane, almost brusquely.
"Dear me, no! What an exhausting idea! Get on in the world--what for?
I have five hundred a year, and when my mother goes over to the majority (long distant be that day, for I'm very fond of the dear old lady), I shall have five thousand--more than enough to satisfy any sane man who doesn't want to speculate on the Stock Exchange.

_Your_ case, my good Mac, is different.