"What woman?"
"I cannot tell you how it grieves me to find you so untruthful; no man on earth could have convinced me of the fact that you would ever give me anything but truthful answers. Probably you were afraid I would reprimand you, if you were to tell the exact truth, but I will not. It makes no difference into what conditions you may have been led, or what you have done, I will remain ever your staunch friend. Be frank, be the Merle I have so long loved and trusted. What made you ill?"
"I do not know."
"What is that woman to you?"
"What woman?"
"I have good patience, but you are trying it too far. You shall tell me the truth."
"I am telling you the truth."
"You know the woman who sang."
"I do not know her."
"You do."