I mean Miss Harris, Miss Harris and myself.' 'Your daughter ?' 'My name is Philips,' I reminded him pleasantly, remembering that the intelligence of clever people is often limited to a single art.

'Miss Harris is the daughter of Mr.Edward Harris, Secretary of the Government of India in the Legislative Department.

She is fond of pictures.

We have a good many tastes in common.

We have always suspected that India had never been painted, and when we saw your things at the Town Hall we knew it.' His queer eyes dilated, and he blushed.
'Oh,' he said, 'it's only one interpretation.