Marion did not look so mystified as I expected at this unusual outburst. 'Thank you for the warning, Elizabeth,' she said in an affable tone.
'You gotta rival for 'is affeckshuns,' continued Elizabeth.
Marion raised an eyebrow in my direction. 'No doubt,' she commented.
'What is all this nonsense?' I asked, a little testily.
'Elizabeth is, as you know, a fatalist,' explained Marion. 'She places her faith in cards, which, I am repeatedly telling her, is utter nonsense.'
'It aint nonsense,' expostulated Elizabeth in an injured tone. 'You gotta fair rival acrost your parth——'
'I'm glad I'm dark,' I murmured.
'Fair an' false she is,' continued the soothsayer, 'the words of 'er mouth are like 'oney an'——'
'I tell you I consider all this rubbish,' interrupted Marion briskly. 'You would be far better not to believe in such foolish things, Elizabeth. They do you no good.'
Elizabeth retired in some indignation, muttering, 'Well, don't say you wasn't told.'