"Anyhow, whatever he is, he's good enough for her."
I remarked that that was most satisfactory and closed my eyes.
He drew out a yellow packet of cigarettes, selected one and held them in my direction. I declined and again closed my eyes.
"Very good, please yourself, it's one more for little Willie. All I can say is that you're foolish not taking a good fag when it don't cost you nothing. You don't catch me refusing a free fag even when I don't want to smoke. I takes it and puts it in my cap for when I do. Pounds I've saved that way, pounds and pounds."
He lit his limp tube of paper and mystery, stamped out the match and spat deliberately on the floor.
"See me do that?"
I nodded with as much disgust as I could contrive.
"Know what them notices say I can get for that? Fined or imprisoned."
He paused for me to marvel at his daring.
"Think I'm mad to take risks like that, don't cher? Well, I aren't neither. They couldn't catch me out, not they."