Tell me now, of yourself, of your past in India--of your present standing there.

If you are frank, I may contribute to your fortune; if not--our ways part here!" "And, if I warn Anson Anstruther that you are a mere adventuress, if I notify my old friend Hugh Fraser (soon to be Sir Hugh Johnstone), then your little game will be spoiled, Madame Louison!" defiantly said Hawke.
The woman leaned back and laughed merrily in his face.
"You are like all professional lady killers, a mere fool in the hands of the first woman of wit.

I dare you to cross my path! I will then join Captain the Honorable Anson Anstruther, in Paris, at the Hotel Binda! I will also see that you are excluded from every club in India! Your occupation will be gone, my Knight of Ecarte.

Anstruther waits for me." She tossed him a card.

"See for yourself.