I think a motor caravan would be splendid." "There you're quite wrong," said Mr.Lenox.

"The life-blood of a caravan is sloth; the life-blood of a motor is speed.

You can't mix them.

And how could Robert here survey England creditably if he rushed through it in a motor?
You're going to survey England, aren't you, Bobbie?
No, it must be a horse, and I will get it.

I will make friends with cabmen, and coachmen, and grooms, and stable-boys.