As we were walking home, my uncle broke the silence.
‘You would like to be an honourable man, wouldn’t you, Willie?’ he said.
‘Yes, that I should, uncle.’
‘Could you keep a secret now?’
‘Yes, uncle.’
‘But there are two ways of keeping a secret.’
‘I don’t know more than one.’
‘What’s that?’
‘Not to tell it.’
‘Never to show that you knew it, would be better still.’