"Lor!" said the coachman, "was that you, sir?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why as made that horrid sort of noise."
"Mind your business, my friend, and tell me if you can take me quickly to Islington, for I have no time to lose."
"Like the wind, sir, you can go with these here osses," replied the coachman, "did you ever see sich bits o' blood, sir, one on 'ems blind, and' t'other on 'em is deaf, which is advantages as you don't get in one pair."
"Advantages?"
"Lor bless you, yes, sir. The blind 'un goes unknown quick, cos you sees, sir, he thinks he's only in some dark place, and in course he wants to get out on it as soon as he can."
"Indeed?"
"Yes, sir, and the deaf 'un, he goes quick too, cos as he hears nothink, he thinks as there never was sich a quiet place as he's go's, and he does it out o' feeling and gratitude, sir, yer sees."
"Be quick then, and charge your own price."