She lives twenty miles from here, at Gower--and ...

and ...

there's an end of it....
"Now you won't run away back to London till you're obliged?
Where's your luggage?
At Pontyffynon ?" "No," said David, a little non-plussed at evidences of his dissolute past and this unexpected fatherhood assumed on his account.

"I haven't more luggage than what is contained in my bicycle bag.

But don't let that concern you.