Quotation from: The Little Lady of the Big House

Written by: Jack London

In vain Young Dick whistled up through the unscreened, open windows.
Tim Hagan Junior was not at home. But Young Dick wasted little wind in
the whistling. He was debating on possible adjacent places where Tim
Hagan might be, when Tim himself appeared around the corner, bearing a
lidless lard-can that foamed with steam beer. He grunted greeting, and
Young Dick grunted with equal roughness, just as if, a brief space
before, he had not, in most lordly fashion, terminated an audience
with three of the richest merchant-kings of an imperial city. Nor did
his possession of twenty increasing millions hint the slightest
betrayal in his voice or mitigate in the slightest the gruffness of
his grunt.