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- What can you tell about me? - You? - I don't think... - I don't know that... - Not at dinner. - Some other time. - I insist. - You insist? - You remember we discussed this. - The lady insists. - You're a governess. - Well done. Yes, well done. Shall we? - Waiter? - Your student... is a boy of 8. - Charlie's 7, actually. - Charlie? Then he's tall for his age. He flicked ink at you today. Is there ink on my face? There's nothing wrong with your face. There are 2 drops on your ear, in fact. India blue's nearly impossible to wash off. A very impetuous act by the boy. But you're too experienced to react rashly... which is why the lady for whom you work lent you that. Oriental pearls, diamonds, a flawless ruby. Hardly the gems of a governess. The jewels you are not wearing tell us more. - Holmes. - You were engaged. The ring is gone, but the lighter skin suggests... that you spent some time abroad wearing it proudly... until you were informed of its true, modest worth. You broke off the engagement... and returned to England for better prospects. A doctor, perhaps. Right on all counts, Mr. Holmes, apart from one. I didn't leave him. He died.