Lady Patricia.
Thir-teen!... Good heavens, Baldwin, what are you talking about?
Baldwin.
You made mention of my family, m’lady.
Lady Patricia.
Oh, but I meant the flowers you tend and rear. The gillyflowers and eglantine, myrtle, rosemary, columbine, and daffydowndillies. Not—how strange and dreadful! Thirteen!
Baldwin.
I’ve ’eard tell that thirteen’s an unlucky number, m’lady. But I ain’t suspicious.
Lady Patricia.
Suspicious?