His instructions were only not to _deliver up_ the bags, and he himself suggested a way out of the difficulty.

We might come each day and dress in the post-office, behind the screen.

It was an awkward arrangement, even although the clerk allowed us the use of the back door.

And occasionally, in spite of the utmost care, bits of us would show outside the screen.

But for a couple of days, until the British Consul returned from Salzburg, the post-office had to be our dressing room.