I should die laughing," Kitty retorted.
"There will be no death-bed for you, miss.

You'll be translated--no, that's not right; no one could translate you." "God might--or a man I loved well enough not to marry him." There was a note of emotion in her laugh as she uttered the words.

It did not escape the ear of the Young Doctor, who regarded her fixedly for a moment before he said: "I'm not sure that even He would be able to translate you.

You speak your own language, and it's surely original.

I am only just learning its alphabet.