"And what proof have I in any case that you will keep your word, Jaimihr-sahib.

I will keep mine--but who will keep yours, that has been so often broken ?" "Sahiba--" "Show me a proof!" "Here--now--in this place ?" "Convince me, if you can! I will give myself willingly if I can save my father by it and these Rangars and Mr.Cunningham; but your bare word, Jaimihr-sahib, is worth that!" She snapped her fingers, and he swore beneath his breath.

Then he remembered his ambition and his present need, and words raced to his aid--words, plans, oaths, treachery, and all the hundred and one tricks that he was used to.

He found himself consciously selecting from a dozen different plans for tricking her.
"Sahiba"-- he spoke slowly and convincingly.

In the gloom she could see his brown eyes levelled straight at hers, and she saw they did not flinch--"there is none who knows better than thou knowest how my brother and I stand to each other." She shuddered at the reiterated second person singular, but he either did not notice it or else affected not to.