touchwood

Mr. Touchwood scorned to listen to such an insinuation until the fated hour arrived, and brought with it no Mr. Cargill.

“A drizzling morning, good madam,” said Mr. Touchwood, as with a view of sounding what sort of company he had got into.

But prolonged drought had rendered everything as dry as touchwood.

The girls picked up Raymonde out of a cloud of dust and a mass of touchwood.