abruptly._) Simply matter of habit. (_Gravely._) Matter'f habit!

_A Serious Exc._ (_in an undertone._) A very _bad_ habit, I'm afraid.
It's really time somebody else took the reins from him!

_The M.M._ (_overhearing_). I'm afraid they mean me--I wish now I'd
never touched the reins at all!

_Driver_. The Church we are now coming to, is St. Martin's, built in
the year eleven 'undred.

_A Female Exc._ (_critically_). It _has_ got an old-fashioned look
about it, certainly.

_A Male Exc._ There's nothing to see inside of these old churches. I
went in one the other day, and I was looking up at the rafters, and
I saw a sort o' picture there, and I said, "Ullo--they've been
advertising Pears' Soap here, or something." But when I looked again,
it was only an old fresco. I was so little interested I walked out
without tipping the Verger!

_The Female Exc._ That Church we went to on Sunday evening is very
old.

_Her Comp._ Is it? How do you know?

_The F.E._ Why, my dress was covered with bits of fluff out of the
hassock!

_Driver._ The carved stone figure you see by the gate, is supposed