You choose your deputy queerly.

He's as bad as Abrane, with steam to it.

Chummy Potts would have done better.' 'He wins one night; loses every pound-note he has the next; and comes vaunting--the "dry still Sillery" of the establishment,--a perpetual chorus to his losses!' 'His consolation to you for yours.

That is the gentleman.

Chummy doesn't change.