None of it was true, but it was good enough.
"Then," he said, "I heard you sing."
"How did you like it?"
"Very much."
"I saw you before I went on," she said. "I was singing for you."
He struck a match, and went on looking at her between glances at the flame and his kindling cigarette.
He said lightly: "I never knew I was so fascinating."
"I'm afraid you are. And I expect you've been told all about it before."
"You wouldn't like me if you knew me."
"Why not?"