Every one who has ever owned a motor knows that these things be.
The doctor, a modest man, considered himself a fair mechanician.

In expansive moments he, who made nothing of his undoubted excellence in his own profession, was wont to boast that you couldn't teach him much about motors! He had laughed to scorn the remark of his Scotch chauffeur that "they things need a deal o' humourin'!" Humour a thing of cogs and screws?
Absurd! One must master a motor, not humour her.
Half an hour later he emerged from the car's eclipse and sank, a pitiable figure, upon the grass beside Esther.
"Won't it go ?" asked Esther dreamily.

It had been very pleasant sitting there watching the sun set.
The master of motors made a tragic gesture.

"No," he said, "she won't." "Shake her," said Esther.
Dr.Callandar pushed back his sweat-bedewed hair with fingers which left a fearsome streak above his left eyebrow.

The girl laughed.