"Anyhow, it's most providential that you escaped, but as for your being prevented, as you say--as for anything pushing you back--why, my dear, of course that was only your fancy.

What else could it have been?
I'm far too practical to believe in presentiments, and warnings, and nonsense of that sort.

I'd as soon believe in table-rapping.

No, my dear; I thank God you've come back safe and sound, but don't go hinting at anything supernatural, because I simply don't believe in it." "Then why do you thank God ?" asked Austin, "Isn't He supernatural?
Why, He's the only really supernatural Being possible, it seems to me." That was a poser.

Aunt Charlotte, having recovered her equanimity, began to feel argumentative.