I'll hire him.

He looks like a man who wouldn't let noises worry him.

You will find your noises are entirely those of imagination." "Have it that way," she agreed patiently.
"But here's Mr.Fitzgerald still," said the admiral pointedly.
"Not long ago you said to me that if ever I saw the son of David Fitzgerald to bring him home.

Till yesterday I never saw him; only then because Mrs.Coldfield pointed him out and wondered what he was doing with a tray of statuettes around his neck.

As I could not invite him to come home with me, I did the next best thing; I invited him to call on me.