Jack, you ride down with me.

I walked when I was your age, and got up at daylight.

Some difference, Jack, isn't there, whether you've got a rich uncle to look after you or not." This last came with a wink.
It was only one of his pleasantries.

He knew he was not rich; not in the accepted sense.

He might be a small star in the myriads forming the Milky-Way of Finance, but there were planets millions of miles beyond him, whose brilliancy he was sure he could never equal.