“It’s the right card to have champagne on your wedding morning, ain’t it?”
“Ah! some people stands it quite lib’ral like, if they’re nobs; them as ain’t, draws it old and mild.”
I had another nudge from Revitts just then, and sat feeling as if I should like to jump down and run away.
“Drop o’ Smith’s cool out o’ the cellar wouldn’t be amiss, Joey, would it?”
“No, old man. I wish we could fall across a wedding-party.”
A passenger or two were picked up, and we went on in peace for a little while: but the chaffing was commenced again, and kept up to such an extent that I longed for the journey to be at an end.
“’Member Jack Jones?” said the driver.
“Ah! what about him?” said the conductor.
“He went and got married last year.”
“Did he?”