"I will not answer that."
"'A lady? Grace of Mary, that is droll!'"
"Why do you say that?"
"I am only quoting the man with the scar. Those were the words he used in regard to you."
"Perhaps he is right; perhaps I am not a lady, according to his lights." But she laughed.
"Do not laugh like that! What you are or have been, or might have been to him, is nothing to me. Only one fact remains clear, and that is, I love you."
"No, Mr. Hillard, you are only excited. You have been letting your imagination run away with you. Be sensible. Listen. You know nothing of me; you have neither my name nor my past—nothing. I may in truth be everything undesirable."
"Not to me!"
"I may be a fugitive from the law."
"I do not believe it."