Now the average pedestrian of common-sense jumps first and looks afterwards.
However, I jumped in time, and stood still to watch the car as it went by.

But it did not go by--not then.

Its speed slackened as it approached and it came to a halt on the bridge beside me.

A big car; an aristocratic car; a machine of pomp and price and polish, such as Denboro saw but seldom.

It contained three persons--a capped and goggled chauffeur on the front seat, and a young fellow and a girl in the tonneau.