He looked at her with sudden seriousness.
"Nell, remember another time if you're in a hole—"
"The hole doesn't exist that'll ever get a chance of seeing me again!" She dismissed it airily.
"Well, anyhow, when that frame of mind's worn off—"
"You mean when I'm in a howling temper again," she interpolated, pursing her mouth.
"Perhaps. Well, remember, take a hansom!"
"But I couldn't. I'd only sixpence with me."
"Doesn't matter. You pay up the other end. You could get it when you arrived."
"Oh, do you? I didn't know. You don't in omnibuses."
"No, you don't in omnibuses."