"Let's drop it," said the lawyer.

"I'm glad you have the property and can have a little ease, even if it doesn't mean to you what it once would.

Let's have a glass of that grape wine." Sidney Meeks had his own small amusement in the world.

He was one of those who cannot exist without one, and in lieu of anything else he had turned early in life toward making wines from many things which his native soil produced.

He had become reasonably sure, at an early age, that he should achieve no great success in his profession.
Indeed, he was lazily conscious that he had no fierce ambition to do so.