Porter (ignoring this). Pair o' boots or somethink.
Lady Traveller (to her Friend). He seems to think my boots weigh four pounds.
Her Friend. Haven't you got two pairs?
Lady Traveller (sourly). Yes, but two pairs of my boots wouldn't weigh four pounds.
Porter (who has been quietly undoing the straps). Is it locked, mum?
Lady Traveller (producing key and almost in tears). It's too bad.
[She dives into box and extracts two pairs of boots wrapped in newspapers.
Porter (taking them and weighing them judiciously in his hands). That's all right, mum.
[He pushes box on to weighing machine which registers under 100 lbs.
Lady Traveller. They're very thick boots, of course. Whatever am I to do with them now?