You don't suppose I'm going to leave a lot of dirty things in the house, do you?
While I'm doing that you might stick labels on the luggage." "They won't need to be labelled," he argued.

"We shall take them with us in the carriage." "Oh, Priam," she protested, "how tiresome you are!" "I've travelled more than you have." He tried to laugh.
"Yes, and fine travelling it must have been, too! However, if you don't mind the luggage being lost, I don't." During this she was collecting the crockery on a tray, with which tray she whizzed out of the room.
In ten minutes, hatted, heavily veiled, and gloved, she cautiously opened the front door and peeped forth into the lamplit street She peered to right and to left.

Then she went as far as the gate and peered again.
"Is it all right ?" whispered Priam, who was behind her.
"Yes, I think so," she whispered.
Priam came out of the house with the bag in one hand and the valise in the other, a pipe in his mouth, a stick under his arm, and an overcoat on his shoulder.

Alice ran up the steps, gazed within the house, pulled the door to silently, and locked it.

Then beneath the summer stars she and Priam hastened furtively, as though the luggage had contained swag, up Werter Road towards Oxford Road.