"Layin' a stone—or somethin'—my lady," said the chauffeur in a puzzled voice.
The chauffeur took his seat and looked around at Bob, waiting.
The chauffeur was busied with his car fiddling with the machinery.
The chauffeur smiled approval, while continuing to tinker at his machine.
The chauffeur began to supply the wants of his machine with the help of an apprentice.
He urged the chauffeur to follow it up closely, regardless of consequences.
The chauffeur got down, shook his fare by the arm, and the arm was inert.
A few minutes after, the superintendent dismissed the chauffeur.
I know your confidence in your chauffeur, but in this affair we can afford to trust no one.
The chauffeur grinned knowingly, nodded, and started his car.
