"About a three-and-sixpenny fare, eh ?" he said.
"Yes, sir, all of that." "I thought so.

I don't mind the three and sixpence.

You can't do much driving where I come from under a dollar; but we've only got about twenty-four hours for the British capital altogether, and I can't spare the time." "Suppose he drives along slowly," suggested momma.
"Just so.

Drive along slowly until you come to a tailor that has a shop, do you see?
And a good-sized window, with waxwork figures in it to show off the goods.

Then let me hear from you again." The man's expression changed to one of cheerfulness and benignity.
"Right you are, sir," he said, and shut down the door in a manner that suggested entire appreciation of the circumstances.
"I think we can trust him," said poppa.