I might be glad of it." "I think it's quite likely you won't want any job from me," said Charlie.

"I'll be asking you for a job yet.

Are you sure that's your right name?
What was your father ?" "My name?
O' course it's my name.

My father was billiard-marker at Casey's Hotel, Dandaloo," said the old man with conscious pride.

"A swell he had been, but the boose done him up, like many a better man.
He used to write to people over in England for money, but they never giv him any." "Where did he write to ?" asked Carew, looking at the uncouth figure with intense interest.