One travelling bag was all he carried.

Some purchases that he had made in London--especially the great work on French cathedrals--were already despatched to Birmingham, to lie in the care of Robert Narramore.
He reached Charing Cross half an hour before train-time, and waited at the entrance.

Several cabs that drove up stirred his expectation only to disappoint him.

He was again in an anguish of fear lest Eve should not come.

A cab arrived, with two boxes of modest appearance.