"Now, cabby, half a sovereign if you get us to Victoria, Brighton line, in 15 minutes.

I'll pay all fines." Then they were off, and the Trans-Atlantic cousins were banged against one another as the cab whirled round in a sharp semicircle.
"Say!" cried the American, "this reminds one of home.

I've been here a week, an' had a kind of notion that London air was half fog, half dope.
But you're awake all right.

Bet you a five spot you're after a girl!" "I pay," said Theydon, his eyes glistening.

"And such a girl! Her portrait on the paper wrap of a 50-cent novel would sell it in millions!" "Gee whiz! Is it like that?
Go right ahead, Augustus! Never mind me.
Take this old bus all the way to Paris.