"How did vou know I am a woman? Tell me. I must know. I shall study
to act better."

Tess leaned back entirely at her ease at last and looked up at the sky,
rather reveling in relief and in the fun of turning the tables.

"Please tell me! I must know!"

"Oh, one thing and another. It isn't easy to explain. For one thing, your insteps."

"I will get other boots. What else? I make no lap. I hold my hands as
a man does. Is my voice too high--too excitable?"

"No. There are men with voices like yours. There's a long golden hair
on your shoulder that might, of course, belong to some one else, but
your ears are pierced--"

"So are many men's."

"And you have blue eyes, and long fair lashes. I've seen occasional
Rajput men with blue eyes, too, but your teeth--much too perfect for a man."

"For a young man?"

"Perhaps not. But add one thing to another--"

"There is something else. Tell me!"

"You remember when you called attention to the butler before I dismissed
him? No man could do that. You're a woman and you can dance."