Walter Winter remained where he was most effective and most at home.

He had a neat little livery outfit, and he seemed to spend the whole day in it accompanied by intimate personal friends who had never spoken to him, much less driven with him, before.

Two or three strangers arrived the previous night at the leading hotels.

Their business was various, but they had one point in common: they were very solicitous about their personal luggage.

I should be sorry to assign their politics, and none of them seemed to know much about the merits of the candidates, so they are not perhaps very pertinent, except for the curiosity shown by the public at the spectacle of gentlemen carrying their own bags when there were porters to do it.
It was a day long remembered and long quoted.