She has got to be carried.

You're not going to take any risks." "But, my dear fellow--it's absurd--you haven't any luggage." "Luggage ?" He looked at Mr.Jornicroft as if he had suggested the impossibility of going abroad without a motor veil or the Encyclopaedia Britannica.

"What the blazes has luggage got to do with it ?" His roar could be heard above the din of the hurrying station.

"I don't want _luggage_." The humour of the proposition appealed to him so mightily that he went off into one of his reverberating explosions of mirth.
"Ho! ho! ho!" Then recovering--"Don't you worry about that." "But have you enough on you--it's an expensive journey--of course I should be most happy--" Jaffery stepped back and scanned the length of the platform and beckoned to an official, who came hurrying towards him.

It was the station master.
"Have you ever seen me before, Mr.Winter ?" The official laughed.