II.—Truth and Another
She came towards me rather dubiously, as though not sure of her reception.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Truth,” she said.
I apologized for not having realized it.
“Never mind,” she said wearily, “hardly anyone knows me. I’m always having to explain who I am, and lots of people don’t understand then.”
A little later I met her again.
“Well I shan’t make any mistake this time,” I said. “How are you, Miss Truth?”
“You are misinformed,” she replied coldly; “my name is Libel.”
“But you’re exactly like Truth,” I exclaimed—“exactly!”
“Hush!” she said.