"Not enough! An extra sixpence! Certainly not. Tell him to go."
Exit James.
"But I know," her Grace continued, "that you are quite independent of the weather. In that respect you are like Southborough. He always—— What? What do you say? He won't go?"
This to James, who had made a flushed re-entry accompanied by more emphatic whisperings.
"No, I sha'n't. Tell him so. Not another penny. We only took him from Whiteley's. He knows that. What?"
Whispers from James.
"It isn't more than two miles. No, no! Certainly not."
"Can I be of any service?" murmured Mr. Rodney, seeing the footman remaining blankly.
"Oh, thank you! It is only an extortionate cabman. If you will send him away."