He dropped into cafes, read the papers, and strolled on the Cours Sauvaire.

He played the gentleman as long as he had any money in his pocket.

At times of impecuniosity he remained at home, exasperated at being kept in his hovel and prevented from taking his customary cup of coffee.

On such occasions he would reproach the whole human race with his poverty, making himself ill with rage and envy, until Fine, out of pity, would often give him the last silver coin in the house so that he might spend his evening at the cafe.

This dear fellow was fiercely selfish.