"Why?"
"Because I'd told him."
"I don't mean that. Why do you value it so highly?"
"Because of its original." He took heart of despair and plunged boldly.
She looked him over calmly. "Do you mean me to understand that you told this friend you had followed me to India because you were in love with me?"
"Precisely…. Thank you."
She laughed a little, mockingly. "Are you, Mr. Amber?"
"In love with you?… Yes."
"Oh!" She maintained her impartial and judicial attitude admirably. "But even were I inclined to believe that, your whole story is discredited by the simple fact that through no combination of circumstances could this picture have come into your possession in America."
"I give you my word of honor, Miss Farrell."