An amusing illustration of the formal politeness of a railway guard
occurred some years ago at the Reigate station. He went to the window of
a first class carriage, and said: “If you please, sir, will you have the
goodness to change your carriage here?” “What for?” was the gruff reply
of Mr. Bull within. “Because, sir, if you please, the wheel has been on
fire since half-way from the last station!” John looked out; the wheel
was sending forth a cloud of smoke, and without waiting to require any
further “persuasive influences,” he lost no time in condescending to
comply with the request.