Quaint, comical fellow, this brother of his I He liked him, and was beginning to like Biddy too.
A cab bore them all to Queen's Gate, Alexander and his wife making the journey just for the fun of the thing.

Piers would have paid for the vehicle back to Theobald's Road, but this his brother declined; he and Mrs.Otway preferred the top of a 'bus this warm night.

They parted at Mr.Jacks' door, where carriages and cabs were stopping every minute or two.
"I'll sit up for you, Piers," roared Alexander genially.

"You'll want a whisky-and-soda after this job.

Come along, Biddy!" In another frame of mind, Piers would have felt the impropriety of these loud remarks at such a moment.