He's not that sort." "I don't think he is," said Pridgin; "and yet, old man--the fact is-- I--" "You don't fancy Wales, I know." "Hardly that.

I don't mind him; but he's more of a pull over you than he has over me.

I can't be bothered with his fashions.

It's too much grind.

But you aren't lazy like me, and--well--you know he runs you into a lot of expense.