Dulphemia was coming, but she couldn't.

Is that all you have with you ?" The last remark was ironical.

It referred to the two quite large steamer trunks of Mr.Spillikins that were being loaded, together with his suit-case, tennis racket, and golf kit, on to the fore part of the motor.

Mr.Spillikins, as a young man of social experience, had roughed it before.

He knew what a lot of clothes one needs for it.
So the motor sped away, and went bowling noiselessly over the oiled road, and turning corners where the green boughs of the great trees almost swished in their faces, and rounding and twisting among curves of the hills as it carried Spillikins and Philippa away from the lower domain or ordinary fields and farms up into the enchanted country of private property and the magic castles of Casteggio and Penny-gw-rydd.
Mr.Spillikins must have assured Philippa at least a dozen times in starting off how awfully good it was of her to come down in the motor; and he was so pleased at her coming to meet him that Philippa never even hinted that the truth was that she had expected somebody else on the same train.