"I should like one."
"Should you indeed?"
"Particularly if I could drive it myself. Silverbridge does, at night, when he thinks people won't see him."
"Drive the cab in the streets! What does he do with his man?"
"Puts him inside. He was out once without the man and took up a fare,—an old woman, he said. And when she was going to pay him he touched his hat and said he never took money from ladies."
"Do you believe that?"
"Oh yes. I call that good fun, because it did no harm. He had his lark. The lady was taken where she wanted to go, and she saved her money."
"Suppose he had upset her," said Lord Popplecourt, looking as an old philosopher might have looked when he had found some clenching answer to another philosopher's argument.
"The real cabman might have upset her worse," said Lady Mary.
"Don't you feel it odd that we should meet here?" said Lord Silverbridge to his neighbour, Lady Mabel.