"Yes. I've got the hang of her all right."
"Think you could sell her?" asked the old pal.
"Oh, yes. Soon learn to show her off. She's a jolly decent 'bus."
"That's good. Well, I expect you're about ready for a quick one. How about it, Wimsey?"
They had a quick one together. After this, the dear old pal remembered that he must buzz off because he'd promised to hunt up a customer.
"You'll turn up to-morrow, then?" he said to George. "There's an old bird down at Malden wants to have a trial trip. I can't go, so you can have a shot at him. All right?"
"Perfectly."
"Righty-ho! I'll have the 'bus ready for you at eleven. Cheer-most-frightfully-ho! So long."
"Little sunbeam about the house, isn't he?" said Wimsey.
"Rather. Have another?"