Brian had of necessity been saved considerable inconvenience by a tendency to economy and resource.

As usual, if anybody suffered it was Kenny.
"For 'tis myself, dear lad," he finished, "that runs the scale a bit.
Faith, I'm that impecunious at times I'm beside myself with fret and worry." Brian steeled himself against the disarming gentleness of the change of mood.

It was inevitably strategic.

Wily and magnetic Kenny always had his way.

It was plain he thought to have it now with every instinct up in arms at the thought of Brian's going.
"I've less genius, less debt and less money," conceded Brian, "but I've a lot more capacity for worry and I'm tired of always being on my guard.