Various, Punch or the London Charivari, Volume 158…
“ Look!" Betty crushed my hand as in a vice. "There he is."As we took a corner on two wheels I looked out and saw a man running. "Taxi!" he shouted in the hoarse voice of despair. Our driver sat like a graven image and we swept on in triumph."Oh!" cried Betty suddenly, "suppose that, after all, somebody else——" She choked on a sob."Courage, dear heart," I said. "All is not yet lost." ”
