He perceived a social quality in his dress-coat case, capacious gladstone, hat-box, rug, umbrella, and sole-leather steamer trunk which he could not attribute to his own equipment.

The things were not so new as his; they had an effect of polite experience, with a foreign registry and customs label on them here and there.

They had been chosen with both taste and knowledge, and Burnamy would have said that they were certainly English things, if it had not been for the initials U.S.A.which followed the name of E.B.
Triscoe on the end of the steamer trunk showing itself under the foot of the lower berth.
The lower berth had fallen to Burnamy through the default of the passenger whose ticket he had got at the last hour; the clerk in the steamer office had been careful to impress him with this advantage, and he now imagined a trespass on his property.

But he reassured himself by a glance at his ticket, and went out to watch the ship's passage down the stream and through the Narrows.

After breakfast he came to his room again, to see what could be done from his valise to make him look better in the eyes of a girl whom he had seen across the table; of course he professed a much more general purpose.