"I must say you seem pretty damn' sure about it!"
"It must be so, David; it shall be so! I am an old man—older than you think, perhaps—and with age there sometimes comes something strangely akin to the gift of second-sight. So I know it will be so, though you think me a madman."
"I don't, indeed, but you…. Well! I give it up." Amber laughed uneasily. "Go on. Where's this maiden in distress?"
"In India—I'm not sure just where. You'll find her, however."
"And then——?"
"Then you are to bring her home with you, without delay."
"But suppose—"
"You must win her first; then she will come gladly."
"But I've just told you I loved another woman, Rutton, and besides—"
"You mean the Miss Farrell you mentioned?"