Heart-trouble, they do say." "Well, I'm glad to escape that so easily.

Why, this is the temple of superstition, and you are the high-Priestess.

How shall I ever get on at dinner, without you?
I know I shall do something to shock Mr.Raby.
Perhaps spill the very salt.

I generally do." "Ay, miss, at home.

But, dear heart, you won't see any of them nasty little salt-cellars here, that some crazy creature have invented to bring down bad luck.