Good! What have you got to prove it?
How can I tell who you are ?" To a sensitive man there is no form of suspicion that is as bewildering and demoralizing at the moment as the question of his identity.

Cass felt the insult in the doubt of his word, and the palpable sense of his present inability to prove it.

The banker watched him keenly but not unkindly.
"Come," he said at length, "this is not my affair; if you can legally satisfy the lady for whom I am only agent, well and good.

I believe you can; I only warn you that you must.

And my present inquiry was to keep her from losing her time with impostors, a class I don't think you belong to.