"What a memory you've got!" "Zen zare is nothings guaranteed.

But we will send special carriage, and be'ind you can follow up," and he indicated the fiacre which had now drawn into line.
"I don't think so," said poppa, "when I buy four-in-hand tickets I don't take one-in-hand accommodation." "You will not go in ze private carriage ?" "I will not." "_Mais_--it is much ze preferable." "I don't know why I should contradict you," said poppa, but at that moment the difficulty was solved by the Misses Bingham.
"Guide!" cried one of the Misses Bingham, beckoning with her fan, "_Nous voulons a descendre!_" "You want get out ?" "_Oui!_" replied the Misses Bingham with simultaneous dignity, and, as the guide merely wiped his forehead again, poppa stepped forward.

"Can I assist you ?" he said, and the Misses Bingham allowed themselves to be assisted.

They were small ladies, dressed in black pongee silk, with sloping shoulders, and they each carried a black fan and a brocaded bag for odds and ends.

They were not plain-looking, and yet it was readily seen why nobody had ever married them; they had that look of the predestined single state that you sometimes see even among the very well preserved.