You ought to have heard me jolly him.

I talked right up to him! Yes, sir; you bet! Didn't I have the gall?
That's the way you want to do to get along--get right in and not be afraid.

I got his signature, you bet.

Ah, I'm right in it with Beale; he thinks I'm hot stuff." Now that there was nothing to worry him, and little to occupy his mind, Vandover gave himself over considerably to those animal pleasures which he enjoyed so much.

He lay abed late in the morning, dozing between the warm sheets; he overfed himself at table, and drank too much wine; he ate between meals, having filled his sideboard with canned pates, potted birds, and devilled meats; while upon the bamboo table stood a tin box of chocolates out of which he ate whole handfuls at a time.