No lawyer's clerk is waiting for you there.
You and Mrs.Wragge get out--first opening the hamper at a convenient opportunity.

Instead of containing chickens and Champagne, it contains a carpet-bag, with the things you want for the night.

You take your tickets for a place previously determined on, and I take the chaise back to York.

Arrived once more in this house, I collect the luggage left behind, and send for the woman downstairs.

'Ladies so charmed with such and such a place (wrong place of course), that they have determined to stop there.