Then he paid the promised half-crown to his friendly driver, with an extra threepence for a morning "dram," whereat the waggoner chuckled.
"Thankee! I zee ye be no temp'rance man!" Helmsley smiled.
"No.

I'm a sober man, not a temperance man!" "Ay! We'd a parzon in these 'ere parts as was temp'rance, but 'e took 'is zpirits different like! 'E zkorned 'is glass, but 'e loved 'is gel! Har--ar--ar! Ivir 'eerd o' Parzon Arbroath as woz put out o' the Church for 'avin' a fav'rite ?" "I saw something about it in the papers," said Helmsley.
"Ay, 'twoz in the papers.

Har--ar--ar! 'E woz a temp'rance man.

But wot I sez is, we'se all a bit o' devil in us, an' we can't be temp'rance ivry which way.

An' zo, if not the glass, then the gel! Har--ar--ar! Good-day t' ye, an' thank ye kindly!" He went off then, and a few minutes later the train came gliding in.