Arthur sat in the rattling carriage with an expressionless face.
He was drenched from head to toe; the weather was foul today, and he had run several streets to find a public horse-drawn carriage that was operating early in the morning.
The coachman grasped the reins in each hand. Through the carriage window, upon seeing Arthur soaked to the skin, he asked with some embarrassment, "Officer, do you need a towel?
I have one for wiping sweat, and if you do not mind, you can use it. It's hanging on the handrail inside the carriage, the white one there."
Arthur's body was shivering a bit, and he forced a smile, "Thank you for your kindness. Then I won't be polite."
While drying his uniform with the towel, he heard the coachman chuckle from the other end of the carriage.
The coachman, who was sheltered by the awning extending from the top of the carriage, drove cheerfully while laughing.