So you take Zimmerman's place.

He's off already, and good riddance.

He _was_ a bounder!--Charming spot you've come to! I daresay if your Fliegelmans opened a hong in hell, you might possibly get a worse station." Without change of manner, he uttered a few gabbling, barbaric words.

A coolie knelt, and with a rag began to clean the boots, which, from the expression of young Mr.Heywood's face, were more interesting than the arrival of a new manager from Germany.
"It will be dark before we're in," he said.

"My place for the night, of course, and let your predecessor's leavings stand over till daylight.
After dinner we'll go to the club.