The driver smiled politely until I realized my mistake.

While the driver was still smiling his thanks, The Shadow stepped from the car.

As the bus pulls up on the empty road to let me off, the driver smiles at me.

From inside the cab, the driver, a burly fellow named Evans, smiled.

Loder shook his head, but the driver smiled and nodded.

The policemen looked doubtful, but after a few seconds' discussion, the driver smiled at her.

As he left the bus, the driver was smiling and motioned to his own wide open window.

But the driver smiled again and nodded to himself.

The driver smiled, patted his arm and returned to his driving.

We had been waiting about 10 minutes when a huge tourist coach pulled up, stopped, and the driver smiled at us.