human
Keb, sir! Have a keb, sir?
gpt
Where's your carriage, my man?
human
Good frame you have there; got the parts all numbered?
gpt
Where shall it be; home, sir?
human
Why, yes, drive us to number----
gpt
Oh, we know the house well enough, sir, Bonfire and me.
human
Bonfire! Bonfire, did you say? Incredulously the fare looked first at the horse and then at the driver.
gpt
Why, 'pon my word, it's old Dan! And this relic in the shafts is Bonfire, is it?
human
It's him, sir; leastways, all there's left of him.
gpt
Well, I'll be hanged! Kitty! Kitty! he shouted into the cab where my lady was nervously pulling her skirts closer about her and sniffing the tobacco-laden atmosphere with evident disapproval.
human
Here's Dan, our old coachman.
gpt
Really?
human
Yes, and he's driving Bonfire. You remember Bonfire, the hackney I bought for you at the Garden the year we were married.
gpt
Indeed? Why, how odd? But do come in, Jerry, and let's get on home. I'm so-o-o-o tired.