He was, then, a free lance in all the abused word implies; and he lived as he pleased, spending his earnings freely and often carelessly, knowing that the little his father had left him would keep a moderately hungry wolf from the door.

He had been born to a golden spoon, but the food from the pewter one he now used tasted just as good.
"So here you are! I've been in the billiard-room, and the card-room, and the bar-room." "Talking of bar-rooms!" Fitzgerald reached for the button.

"Sit down, Hewitt, old boy.

Glad to see you.

Now, I'll tell you right off the bat, nothing will persuade me.