'Hollo!' shouted the shameless Jingle, 'anybody damaged?—elderly gentlemen—no light weights—dangerous work—very.'
'You're a rascal,' roared Wardle.
'Ha! ha!' replied Jingle; and then he added, with a knowing wink, and a jerk of the thumb towards the interior of the chaise—'I say—she's very well—desires her compliments—begs you won't trouble yourself—love to Tuppy—won't you get up behind?—drive on,boys.'
The postillions resumed their proper attitudes,and away rattled the chaise, Mr. Jingle fluttering in derision a white handkerchief from the coach window.