The luck of it.

I expect he'll be sent to Capri.
It's the best fun for a greener." His cough overtook him again.

Then he began mumbling enviously of pleasures and strange delights.

"The luck of it, the luck of it! All my life I've been in London, hoping to get my chance." "But you don't know that the Sleeper died," said Graham, suddenly.
The old man made him repeat his words.
"Men don't live beyond ten dozen.

It's not in the order of things," said the old man.