What can you tell about me?
You?
I don't know that that's –
Not at dinner.
Perhaps some other time.
I insist.
You insist?
You remember we discussed this.
The lady insists.
Well done.
Yes, very well done. Now, shall we? Waiter!
Your student … is a boy of eight.
Charlie's seven, actually.
Ah, well, then he's tall for his age. He flicked ink on you today.
Do I have ink on my face?
There's nothing wrong with your face.
There are two drops on your ear, in fact. India Blue is nearly impossible to get off. A very impetuous act by the boy, but you are too experienced to react rashly which is why the lady for whom you work lent you that necklace. Oriental pearls, diamonds, a flawless ruby; hardly the gems of a governess. However, the jewels you are not wearing tell us rather more.
Holmes-
You were engaged. The ring is gone, but the lighter skin where it once sat suggests that you spent some time abroad wearing it proudly. That is until you were informed of it's true, modest worth, at which point, you broke off the engagement and returned to England for better prospects. [Glances at Watson] A doctor, perhaps?
[Mary angrily splashes her wine on Holmes' face]
Right on all counts, Mr. Holmes, apart from one: I didn't leave him...he died.
