The fact was, I suspected Flanagan might possibly get his clothes made at Shoddy's.

In which case, as to all appearance he must be a good customer, he might, I thought, use his influence with the tailor to prevent the threatened visit to-morrow.
So I went with him, much to his satisfaction, and we had a pleasant evening together.

He confided to me his troubles.

How he was getting tired of the "usual lot," and of London altogether, and wanted his father to let him be a farmer.

How he was always getting into trouble up here in town, living by himself, with far more money than he wanted, and no one "to pull him up," as he called it.