“Perhaps you are right.”
“Will you allow me to say something very frank, Unorna?” asked Keyork with unusual diffidence.
“If you can manage to be frank without being brutal.”
“I will be short, at all events. It is this. I think you are becoming superstitious.” He watched her closely to see what effect the speech would produce. She looked up quickly.
“Am I? What is superstition?”
“Gratuitous belief in things not proved.”
“I expected a different definition from you.”
“What did you expect me to say?”
“That superstition is belief.”
“I am not a heathen,” observed Keyork sanctimoniously.