When his own needs were fairly met he could be generous with anybody's property, even his own.

He tapped the chicken's breastbone invitingly with his penknife, and addressed the stranger.
"May I offer you a little lunch, sir ?" he said urbanely, with quite the air of a generous host.
The long, lean man shook his head in mute melancholy, but accepted the invitation as an offer of friendship, and approached nearer, seating himself on a rock facing Nickie's banquet.
"No, thanks, boss," he said.
"You'll forgive me," said Nickie, after wrenching a mouthful from the back of the pullet, "but you look famished." "I am," answered the stranger.
"Well, help yourself.

These garlic sausage sandwiches are superb.

Try the beer." Nickie pushed his jam tin forward.
The other shook his head very regretfully.
"I mustn't," he said.

"Fact is, my livin' depends on me not eatin', an' I've got a wife an' kiddies to support." Nickie paused with the bottle half-way to his mouth.
"Your living depends on your not eating ?" he ejaculated.