“Oh, dear!” said Pamela Star.
“I’m really very sorry,” said the Lord Chancellor.
“Need you have spilled the salt?” bitterly said Dame Warp.
“Really, why all this fuss?” sighed Fay Paradise.
“Fuss indeed!” cried Lady Surplice.
“I’m really very sorry,” said the Lord Chancellor.
“My father,” said His Highness, “lost his crown on the day he spilled some salt.”
“Then to spill salt must be lucky,” remarked de Travest, “for your grandfather, sir, lost his head without having the chance to spill any salt.”
“Well, all I can say is,” sighed my lady, “that I thank Heaven we are not dining thirteen.”
“I’m really very sorry,” said the Lord Chancellor.