I really think I shall have to employ deception with this good child to get her to read the letter.
SARA.
What are you saying to yourself?
WAITWELL.
I was saying to myself that the idea I had hit on to get you to read this letter all the quicker was a very clumsy one.
SARA.
How so?
WAITWELL.
I could not look far enough. Of course you see more deeply into things than such as I. I did not wish to frighten you; the letter is perhaps only too hard; and when I said that it contained nothing but love and forgiveness, I ought to have said that I wished it might not contain anything else.