"Hullo, John," said Hugo. "So there you are, John. I say, John, I've just been paying a call on the head of the family over at Healthward Ho. Why they don't run excursion trains of sightseers there is more than I can understand. It's worth seeing, believe me. Large, fat men doing bending and stretching exercises. Tons of humanity leaping about with skipping ropes. Never a dull moment from start to finish, and all clean, wholesome fun, mark you, without a taint of vulgarity or suggestiveness. Pack some sandwiches and bring the kiddies. And let me tell you the best thing of all, John...."
"I can't stop to listen. You've made me late already."
"Late for what?"
"I'm going to London."
"You are?" said Hugo, with a smile at the happy coincidence. "So am I. You can give me a lift."
"I won't."
"I am certainly not going to run behind."
"You're not going to London."
"You bet I'm going to London."
"Well, go by train, then."