Then all of a sudden, from nowhere in particular, there stepped into the landscape (framed, you must remember, by the jambs of my door) a huge and familiar figure, carrying a great suit-case.

He put this on the ground, rushed up to Doria, shook her by both hands, swung Susan in the air and kissed her, and was still laughing and making the welkin ring--that is to say, making a thundering noise--when I, having sped across the lawn, joined the group.
"Hello!" said I, "how did you get here ?" "Walked from the station," said Jaffery.

"Came down by an earlier train.
No good staying in town on such a morning.

Besides--" He glanced at Doria in significant aposiopesis.
"And you lugged that infernal thing a mile and a half ?" I asked, pointing to the suit-case, which must have weighed half a ton.

"Why didn't you leave it to be called for ?" "This?
This little _sachet_ ?" He lifted it up by one finger and grinned.
Susan regarded the feat, awe-stricken.