"I am glad," and she glided across the room and locked the door.
"Now," she said, returning, "we had better get to business, that is unless you would like to worship the goddess Isis a little first, to bring yourself into a proper frame of mind, you know." "No," I replied, my dignity returning to me.

"I do not wish to worship any goddess, especially when she isn't a goddess.

It was not a part of the bargain." "Quite so," she said, nodding, "but who knows what you will be worshipping before an hour is over?
Oh! forgive me for laughing at you, but I can't help it.

You are so evidently frightened." "Who wouldn't be frightened ?" I answered, looking with gloomy apprehension at the sandal-wood box which had appeared upon a case full of scarabs.

"Look here, Lady Ragnall," I added, "why can't you leave all this unholy business alone and let us spend a pleasant evening talking, now that those Smith people have gone?
I have lots of stories about my African adventures which would interest you." "Because I want to hear my own African adventures, and perhaps yours too, which I am sure will interest me a great deal more," she exclaimed earnestly.