She rubbed off the luggage-label in no time.

Mamma says, 'What are you doing that for ?' And grandmamma says--this is the dreadful thing that I want you to explain; oh, I can remember it all; it's like learning lessons, only much nicer--grandmamma says, 'Before the day's over, the name on your boxes will be your name no longer.'" Mr.Sarrazin now became aware of the labyrinth into which his young friend had innocently led him.

The Divorce, and the wife's inevitable return (when the husband was no longer the husband) to her maiden name--these were the subjects on which Kitty's desire for enlightenment applied to the wisest person within her reach, her mother's legal adviser.
Mr.Sarrazin tried to put her off his knee.

She held him round the neck.
He thought of the railway as a promising excuse, and told her he must go back to London.

She held him a little tighter.