Victor, whose foot was on the step of the car, did not deign to turn.
"Thanks," he drawled.

"I am--er--embalmed, I'm sure.

All ready, Phil.
Let her go, Oscar." The auto moved off.

Mr.Colton gave his arm to his daughter and they moved through the crowd, Eldredge acting as master of ceremonies.
"It's all right, Elnathan," ordered Sim, addressing the gate-keeper.
"Don't bother Mr.Colton about the admission now.

I'll settle with you, myself, later.