"Nothing of the kind. It is auburn. If you can not tell mine, how will you tell hers?"
"I shall probably run after every red-headed woman in Europe till I find her," humorously.
"If you can keep out of jail long enough."
"I shall at any rate remember her voice."
"That is better. Our ears never deceive half so often as our eyes."
"Her face is not scarred, is it?"
"Scarred!" indignantly. "She is as beautiful as a Raphael, as lovely as a Bouguereau. If I were a man I should gladly journey round the world for the sight of her."
"I am willing, even anxious."
"I should fall in love with her."
"I believe I have."