"[...]silver-mounted whip. Passengers arrive, and climb to the roof of the coach, before and behind, until we are "full outside." Then the guard comes with a list, carefully checks off all our
names, and retires to the booking office, from which a minute later he returns. He is this time accompanied by the coachman, who is a handsome, roguish-looking man. He wears a white hat, his
boots are brilliantly polished, his drab great-coat is faultlessly clean, and the dark blue neckerchief is daintily tied. His whiskers are carefully brushed forward and curled, the flower in
the button-hole is as fresh as if that instant plucked, and he has a look as if he were well fed, and in all other respects well cared for. Looking admiringly over the horses, and taking the
whip from his satellite, who touches his hat as he gives it up, Jehu takes the reins in hand; mounts rapidly to[...]".
