'I'll try, at all events, sir,' said the woman with bandaged eyes.
'I like that. To start—how old am I?'
'Forty-four,' answered the woman, after a pause.
'You don't flatter. I'm between the thirties and the forties still. Guess again—what's my disposition?'
'Impatient,' was the immediate answer.
'You've got to earn the money yet. My profession?'
'Soldier.'
'What regiment?'
'The Foreign Legion.'
'Ha! Then you've found out I'm a foreigner. From what country, pray?'