It was incumbent on her to prove that she was not inconsistent in attributing Austin's preservation to the intervention of God, while disclaiming any belief in what she called the supernatural.

And for the moment she did not know how to do it.
"By the supernatural, Austin," she said at last, in a very oracular tone, "I mean superstition.

And I call that story of yours a piece of superstition and nothing else." "Auntie, you do talk the most delightful nonsense of any elderly lady of my acquaintance," cried Austin, as he laughingly patted her on the back.

"It's no use arguing with you, because you never can see that two and two make four.

It's very sad, isn't it?
However, the thing to be thankful for is that I've got back safe and sound, and that we've both had a delightful afternoon.