Some things were
obviously necessary, such as the cry on which the Government was going
to the country; others were sure to be serviceable; in went "something
for Labour" (she gathered the phrase from Quisante's rough notes); odd
corners held little pet articles of the owner's things which he had
found unexpectedly useful on a previous journey, or which might seem
especially adapted to the part of the world he was going to visit. On
the local requirements Mr. Foster the maltster was a very Baedeker. With
constant effort on Quisante's part, with almost unfailing amusement on
his wife's, the portmanteau got itself filled.
"Are you sure there's nothing else, Alexander?" she asked.
"I think I've got everything that's of real service," said he. "I don't
want to overload it."
Of course not; excess luggage may be very expensive. May was smiling as
she handed back the Address.
"It's extraordinarily clever," she remarked. "You are extraordinarily
clever, you know."
"There's nothing in it that isn't pretty obvious," said he, though he
was well pleased.
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