The carriage drove off.
'Keep him company!' they shouted.
'Escort him back!' said he, nodding.
He remarked to Woodseer: 'With your permission,' concerning the seat he took, and that 'a draught of morning air would do him good.' Then he laughed politely, exchanged wavy distant farewells with his comrades, touched a breast-pocket for his case of cigars, pulled forth one, obtained 'the loan of a light,' blew clouds and fell into the anticipated composure, quite understanding the case and his office.
Both agreed as to the fine morning it was.

Woodseer briefly assented to his keeper's reiterated encomium on the morning, justified on oath.

A fine morning, indeed.

'Damned if I think I ever saw so fine a morning!' Potts cried.

He had no other subject of conversation with this hybrid: and being equally disposed for hot discourse or for sleep, the deprivation of the one and the other forced him to seek amusement in his famous reading of character; which was profound among the biped equine, jockeys, turfmen, sharpers, pugilists, demireps.