"Good heavens!" exclaimed Guido.
"Certainly. He makes out that there is a sort of unwritten agreement amongst all men that words shall be used in a definite sense which others can understand. That sounds sensible. And then, Saint Augustin, and La Placette, and Noodt—"
"My dear young lady, you have led me quite out of my depth! What do those good people say?"
"That all lying is absolutely wrong in itself, whether it harms anybody or not."
"And what do you think about it? That would be much more interesting to know."
"I told you, I always tell the truth," Cecilia answered demurely.
"Oh yes, of course! I had forgotten."
"And you do not believe it," laughed the young girl. "It is time to go back to the house."
"If you will stay a little longer, I will believe everything you tell me."
"No, it is late," answered Cecilia, her manner suddenly changing as the laugh died out of her voice.