I'm old enough to be your father.

It's damned good of you--but it's my one pride left--the pride of both of us--the missus and me--that we've never borrowed money--" "But it isn't borrowed, you silly ass," cried Paul cheerfully.

"It's just your share of the spoils, such as they are.

I wish to God it was more." With both hands he clasped the thin, ineffectual fingers over the coins and pushed the man' with his young strength out of the door.
"It's for the kiddies.

Give them my love," he cried, and slammed the door and locked it from the inside.
"Poor old chap!" said he.
Then he went through his pockets and laid the contents on the narrow mantel-piece.