He wanted Boolyvard." He laughed again and pushed his cap farther back on his forehead.

"Said I wasn't much of a sport.

I tell YOU, a chap that's got to earn his fifteen per, and live on it, can't be TOO much of a sport." "Fifteen per ?" Mount Dunstan repeated doubtfully.
His companion chuckled.
"I forgot I was talking to an Englishman.

Fifteen dollars per week--that's what 'fifteen per' means.

That's what he told me he gets at Lobenstien's brewery in New York.