If I had your luck--!" she paused.
"I don't know about that, but if I could reach out and touch you at any time, as it were, I think it'd bring me permanent good luck.

You'll find out one day that my luck is only a bubble the prick of a pin'll destroy.
I don't misunderstand it.

I've been left John Grier's business by Grier himself, and he's got a son that ought to have it, and maybe will have it, when the time is ripe." Suddenly an angry hand flashed out towards him.

"When the time is ripe! Does that mean, when you've made all you want, you'll give up to Carnac what isn't yours but his?
Why don't you do it now ?" "Well, because, in the first place, I like my job and he doesn't want it; in the second place, I promised his father I'd run the business as he wished it run; and in the third place, Carnac wouldn't know how to use the income the business brings." She laughed in a mocking, challenging way.

"Was there ever a man didn't know how to use an income no matter how big it was! You're talking enigmas, and I think we'd better say good-bye.