"I believe--oh yes, certainly!" said Margaret, a little damped for an instant at this recollection.
"And they live in a Popish country?"
"Yes."
"Then I'm afraid I must say, that my soul is dearer to me than even Master Frederick, his own dear self. I should be in a perpetual terror, Miss, lest I should be converted."
"Oh," said Margaret, "I do not know that I am going; and if I go, I am not such a fine lady as to be unable to travel without you. No! dear old Dixon, you shall have a long holiday, if we go. But I'm afraid it is a long 'if.'"

'I believe so,' said Margaret, a little damped.
'And they live in a Popish country?'
'Yes.'
'Then I'm afraid I must say that my soul is dearer to me than even Master Frederick. I should be in a perpetual terror, Miss, lest I should be converted.'
'Oh' said Margaret, 'If I go, I can travel without you. Dear old Dixon, you shall have a long holiday, if we go. But I'm afraid it is a big "if."'
