"Because I don't know it either, and I thought—"
"What?"
"Well, you know, we ought to know Oldham—one of us ought to. It was a Unionist gain last time."
"Are you a Unionist?"
"My dear, you see in me—at least you would see in me, if it were not so dark—a high Tory."
"I thought you were a boy-scout."
"The two are not incompatible. Did you see that thing in Ally Sloper last week?"
"No, I didn't. Here's a gate."
I got down and opened it, and she drove carefully through.
It was the first of seven gates. By the time we had done six, I was becoming good at getting up and down, but rather tired. As I resumed my seat for the sixth time, I sighed. For the sixth time she returned me the reins.