Probably it was only her usual kindness to others that prevented her getting out of the evening plans, he thought.

Or--did she want to see him once more?
At dinner before the play Edith was very bright, and particularly pretty.

Bruce, too, was in good spirits.
'It's rather sickening,' he remarked, 'Aylmer going away like this; we shall miss him horribly, sha'n't we?
And then, where's the sense, Edith, in a chap leaving London where he's been the whole of the awful winter, just as it begins to be pleasant here?
Pass the salt; don't spill it--that's unlucky.

Not that I believe in any superstitious rot.
I can see the charm of the quaint old ideas about black cats and so forth, but I don't for one moment attach any importance to them, nor to the number thirteen, nor any of that sort of bosh.

Indeed as a matter of fact, I walked round a ladder only today rather than go under it.
But that's simply because I don't go in for trying to be especially original.' 'No, dear.