Now I'm a man with experience of life, I find that I've got to do everything for myself.

And by George!"-- he thumped the bar and smiled the radiant smile of the young Apollo--"I'm going to do it." Barney Bill took off his Luke's iron crown of a billycock hat and scratched his cropped and grizzled head.

"How old are you, sonny ?" "Nearly nineteen," said Paul.
"By Gosh!" said Barney Bill.
He put on his hat at a comfortable but rakish angle.

He looked like a music-hall humourist.

A couple of the gorgeous ladies giggled.
"Yuss," said he, "you're a man with an experience of life--and nobody can do nothing for you but yerself.