It can take your luggage on with mine to Portland Place.

You can have a wash and a rest and a talk when you're rested; and after we've dined and talked the motor shall come round and take you back to Fig Tree Court." Mrs.Rossiter was there to greet them, and whilst David went to wash and rest and prepare himself for dinner, she chirrupped over her big husband, and asked endless and sometimes pointless questions about the trial and the verdict.

"Did Michael believe she really _had_ done it?
She, for one, could believe anything about a woman who obviously dyed her hair and improved her eyebrows.

(Of course Michael said he didn't, or the questions, as to why, how, when might have gone on for hours).

Was Mr.Williams's defence of Arbella so very wonderful as the evening papers said?
Why could he not have gone straight home and rested _there_?
It would have been so much nicer to have had Mike all to herself on his return, and not have this tiresome, melancholy young man spending the evening with them ...