So he turned his attention to getting the best out of it.

He could sing, he was a boon-companion.
Often he got into scrapes, but they were the manly scrapes that are easily condoned.

So he made a good time out of it, whilst his self-respect was in suppression.

He trusted to his good looks and handsome figure, his refinement, his decent education to get him most of what he wanted, and he was not disappointed.

Yet he was restless.
Something seemed to gnaw him inside.