It's as good as our having a 'Commission out'; and if any cads get one against us it can't mean mischief, as it would with professional jocks." "Are you so sure of yourself, Beauty ?" Beauty shook his head repudiatingly.
"Never am sure of anything, much less of myself.

I'm a chameleon, a perfect chameleon!" "Are you so sure of the King, then ?" "My dear fellow, no! I ask you in reason, how can I be sure of what isn't proved?
I'm like that country fellow the old story tells of; he believed in fifteen shillings because he'd once had it in his hand; others, he'd heard, believed in a pound; but, for his part, he didn't, because he'd never seen it.

Now that was a man who'd never commit himself; he might had had the Exchequer! I'm the same; I believe the King can win at a good many things because I've seen him do 'em; but I can't possibly tell whether he can get this, because I've never ridden him for it.

I shall be able to tell you at three o'clock--but that you don't care for----" And Bertie, exhausted with making such a lengthened exposition--the speeches he preferred were monosyllabic--completed his sins against training with a long draught of claret-cup.
"Then what the devil do you mean by telling us to pile our pots on you ?" asked the outraged Coldstreamer, with natural wrath.
"Faith is a beautiful sight!" said Bertie, with solemnity.
"Offered on the altar of the Jews!" laughed the Seraph, as he turned him away from the breakfast table by the shoulders.

"Thanks, Beauty; I've 'four figures' on you, and you'll be good enough to win them for me.
Let's have a look at the King.