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.