He had a little money of his own, and no present occupation; he belonged to the surplus.

He was not content to belong to it; he cast about him a good deal for something to do.

There was always the Bar, but only the best fellows get on there, and he was not quite one of the best fellows; he knew that.

He had not money enough for politics or interest enough for the higher departments of the public service, nor had he those ready arts of expression that lead naturally into journalism.

Anything involving further examinations he rejected on that account; and the future of glassware, in view of what they were doing in Germany, did not entice him to join his uncle in Chiswick.
Still he was aware of enterprise, convinced that he had loafed long enough.
Lorne Murchison had never met anyone of Hesketh's age in Hesketh's condition before.