Alice mounted to a seat by his side, and he drove off.
'Why on earth did you come second-class ?' he asked, after examining her attire with approval.
'Ought it to have been first?
It really seemed such a lot of money, Dick, when I came to look at the fares.' 'Yes, it ought to have been first.

In London things don't matter, but here I'm known, you see.

Did mother go to the station with you ?' 'No, Mr.Keene did.' 'Keene, eh ?' He bent his brows a moment.
'I hope he behaves himself ?' 'I'm sure he's very gentlemanly.' 'Yes, you ought to have come first-class.

A princess riding second'll never do.

You look well, old girl?
Glad to come, eh ?' 'Well, guess! And is this your own horse and trap, Dick ?' 'Of course it is.' 'Who was that man?
He touched his hat to you.' Mutimer glanced back carelessly.
'I'm sure I don't know.