Richard had decided to go all out for the fun of it. Dark chauffeur's uniform, mirrored sunglasses, even the billed hat. He pulled the stretch saloon up to the curb and climbed out, hooked his sunglasses on his front jacket pocket, and politely tipped his hat as he opened the rear door. "Yes ma'm, I believe you are. Shall we be off then?"
He came to a position of attention that would have done a regimental Sargent Major proud and waited with an air of long-suffering patience, trying not to crack a smile.