“Some people,” said the Hansom-driver at once, “admire the beautiful glow of the sunset sky, some the beautiful glow of the healthy countenance. By the by, a chap I met yesterday told me my face was simply glowing with health.”
“Especially your nose, my pretty fellow,” remarked the Clown.
“From my brow to my chin, I am, I believe, suffused with the glow of a pretty color,” replied the Hansom-driver. “Naturally it does not skip my nose. And very glad I am it does not; I should not like any feature to feel neglected or left out in the cold.”
“He becomes quite unbearable,” whispered one lady doll to another.
“Quite,” she replied in the same tone.
The Hansom-driver smiled as he saw them whisper. He did not doubt but that they were making some flattering remarks about himself.
“Speak out, ladies,” he said.
But they turned away in silent anger.