Incivility had become a confirmed habit with him.
"But I can't miss it!" declared Nan.
"And this 'ere taxi cawn't catch it." "Do you mean you really can't get her to go ?" asked Nan.
"'Aven't I just bin sayin' so ?"--aggressively.

"That's just 'ow it stands.

She won't go." He ignored Nan's exclamation of dismay and renewed his investigation of the engine.
"No," he said at last, straightening himself.

"I cawn't get you to Paddington--or anyw'ere else for the matter o' that!" He spoke with a stubborn unconcern that was simply maddening.
"Then get me another taxi--quick!" said Nan.
"W'ere from ?"--contemptuously.

"There ain't no taxi-rank 'ere in 'Yde Park." Nan looked hopelessly round.