"It might be the soul."
"Don't laugh—"
"But I really think it might be the soul."
The music burst upon them, and when there was another interval, Isabelle persisted with the topic which filled her mind.
"Will you tell me what you mean by the soul?"
"Can you answer the question? … Well, since we are both in doubt, let us drop the term for a while and get back to the body."
"Only we must not end with it, as Potts does!"
"No, we must not end with the body."
"First, what causes it,—hysterics, nerves, no-goodness,—the whole thing?"
"Improper food, bad education, steam heat, variable climate, inbreeding, lack of children,—shall I stop?"