( ...first, they come for your honourable gambling. Then, the nerve of them, for your drink.

Here's this lad, muttering his nonsense, and ain't for Mr. Eames to correct him, but there's a sputter that riots hard from his lungs, and, look here, he's prevailing, because life is sense, see, is sensibility, see, is men speaking up for a cause that's just.

Namely, gambling. Always. Treasured and godliest of sports. )

Aye...? Like what? Speakin'em prayers like priests? You see'em? Lost their wits, them. If ever had them the marbles.