“You great goose!” she said. “Of course I believe you.”
“You said you didn’t.”
“Well, what of that?”
“A good deal of it,” said he, indignantly. “I believe you when you tell me a thing.”
“More goose you!”
He stood and looked at her like one dazed. He was trying so hard that day to bring his life to firmer foundations; and she stood there laughing at him as though lies and truths were all jokes together. “Good heavens, what do you mean! Do you mean that you lie?”
“Yes, that’s what I mean; always do,” said she.
“Then you are lying now?”
“Of course.”
“Oh, then, if you are lying when you say that you lie, you would be telling the truth then; only if you are telling the truth when you say you lie, then you are lying.”