You'll have to know Alice.

She's the salt of the earth--Alice is," smiled Arkwright, rising to his feet with a remonstrative gesture, as he saw Calderwell pick up his coat.

"What's your hurry ?" "Hm-m," commented Calderwell again, ignoring the question.

"And when, may I ask, do you intend to appropriate this--er--salt--to--er--ah, season your own life with, as I might say--eh ?" Arkwright laughed.

There was not the slightest trace of embarrassment in his face.
"Never.