A gambler, it is true--but whose affair is that?
A ready eye for rustling curtains and footholds near open windows, but that is his affair again--until the woman's husband intervenes.

And they say he can look after himself in such cases.

At least, he lives.

Behold him, sahib.

Aye, that is he yonder, swaggering as if India can scarcely hold him--that one with his arm in a sling.