I have my luggage." She swung something in the dark before him and he perceived that it was a handbag.

"Now are you satisfied?
Or do you think I was going to take a handkerchief and a powder puff into the other world with me?
I'm just simply going to London--nothing more." "But it's a seven-mile walk to Hensham." She made no reply, but quickened her pace.

Septimus, in a whirl of doubt and puzzledom, walked by her side, still holding his cap in his hand.

Even the intelligence of the local policeman would have connected her astounding appearance on the common with the announcement in the _Globe_.

He took that for granted.