I don't know.

I only know that when a man is a straight sort of fellow, and can show up, we say he's got the goods with him." They sat after lunch in the library, before an open window, looking into a lovely sunken garden.

Blossoms were breaking out on every side, and robins, thrushes, and blackbirds chirped and trilled and whistled, as Mount Dunstan and Penzance led G.Selden on to paint further pictures for them.
Some of them were rather painful, Penzance thought.

As connected with youth, they held a touch of pathos Selden was all unconscious of.

He had had a hard life, made up, since his tenth year, of struggles to earn his living.