“Drive a homnibus!” said he. “No, sir; my position and prospec's have always been such that I am happy to say I have never had the opportunity of practising.”
I shook my head.
“I am afraid,” I said, “that you won't suit me, Mingle. It is my amusement to keep a private omnibus.”
“Oh, private,” said Mr. Mingle, as though that might make a difference.
But quickly I added:
“It is painted and upholstered just like the others. In fact, I buy them secondhand when beyond repair. Also I take poor people from the work-house for a drive. And you must drive it in all weathers.”
That was the end of Mr. Mingle. In fact, I think he was glad to find himself safely out of my room again, and what he thought of my tastes, and even of my sanity, I think I can guess.