On sufferance

I wasn't whole-hearted about the decision but couldn't think of a better one, so went along with it on sufferance for the time being.

In former days every tavern of repute kept such a room for its own select circle, a club, or society, of habitués, who met every evening, for a pipe and a cheerful glass.[…]Strangers might enter the room, but they were made to feel that they were there on sufferance: they were received with distance and suspicion.