_I._ Oh, only about those tailors. If you really want to change, you know, I could---- _He._ Do you mind walking a little faster? _I_ (_mendaciously_). Not at all. I could give you my card, don't you know. But of course you might not like them. Tastes differ. To me they seem to be first-rate, as tailors go. _He_ (_profoundly--though he is not more profound than I am_). Of course, as tailors go. _I._ They 're best at---- _He_ (_excited again_). Here's another. Hi! Hi! Taxi. No, it's engaged. _I_ (_with a kind impulse_). If you'll ask me, I'll tell you whether the flags are up or not. I think I must be able to see farther than you. _He._ Do. _I._ I was always rather famous for long sight. It's---- _He (turning round)_). Isn't that one behind us? Is that free? _I._ I can't tell yet. _He._ Surely the flag's up. [_He steps into the road and waves his stick._ _I._ It's a private car. _He._ Hang the thing! so it is. They ought to be painted white or something. Life is not worth living just now. _I._ They're best for trousers, I should say. Their overcoats---- _He_ (_pointing up side-street_). Isn't that one there? Hi, taxi! Good heavens, that other fellow's got it. We really must walk faster. If there isn't one on the rank in Sloane Square, I'm done. If there's one thing I hate it's being late. Besides, I'm blamed hungry. When I'm hungry I'm miserable till I eat. No good to anyone. _I._ As I was saying---- _He._ What I want to know is, where are the taxis? They're not on the streets, anyway; then where are they? One never sees a yard full of them, but they must be somewhere. It's a scandal--a positive outrage. _I._ Their overcoats can be very disappointing. I don't know how it is, but they don't seem to understand overcoats. But they're so good in other ways, you know, that really if you are thinking---- _He._ Here's one, really empty. Hi! Hi! Taxi! Hi! Hi! [_The flag is up but the driver shakes his head, makes a noise which sounds like "dinner" and glides serenely on._ _He._ Well, I'm blamed! Did you ever see anything like it? What's that he said? _I._ It sounded like "dinner." _He._ Dinner! Of all the something cheek! Dinner! What's the world coming to? _I_ (_brilliantly_). Perhaps he's hungry. _He._ Hungry! Greedy, you mean. Hansom drivers never refused to take you because they were hungry. It's monstrous. Bless the War, anyway. (_Looking at his watch_) I say, we must put a spurt on. You don't mind, do you? _I_ (_more mendaciously, and wondering why I'm so weak_). Oh, no. [_We both begin to scuttle, half run and half walk._ _I_ (_panting_). As I was saying, they're not A1 at overcoats, but they've a first-class cutter for everything else. Just tell me if you want to change and I'll introduce you, and then you'll get special treatment. There's nothing they wouldn't do for me.