Portmanteau _v_ Trunk
SERJEANT WHITAKER, one of the most eminent lawyers of his day, was an
eccentric. A friend, at one of the assize towns, offered him a bed, and
the next morning asked him if he had found himself comfortable and warm.
Yes, madam, replied the serjeant; yes, pretty well, on the whole. At
first I felt a little queer for want of Mrs. Whitaker; but recollecting
that my portmanteau was in the room, I threw it behind my back, and it
did every bit as well.