Nickie returned to the heap, and picked up his coat and donned it.
"I'm handing in my resignation, Mr.McGuire," he said.

"You are welcome to my earnings, as I intend to live on my means--temporary at least." He held up the note.
"A tenner!" gasped McGuire.
"A tenner!" replied Nicholas, "presented by the kind gentleman on condition that I emigrate from this suburb and absent myself permanently.
The worst thing about rich relations, Stub, is that they want whole suburbs to themselves; the best is that you can make them pay for the privilege of exclusiveness.".