When did I see you last?
On Sunday, wasn't it ?" "But was I honest then ?" exclaimed Shere Ali.

"I don't know.

I thought I was--right up to to-day, right up to this morning when the letter came.
And then--" He made a despairing gesture, as of a man crumbling dust between his fingers.
"I will tell you," he said, turning towards her.

"I believe that the last time I was really honest was in August of last year.

Linforth and I talked of the Road through a long day in the hut upon the Meije.