lord john. I'm not a coward. How?
carnaby. A little laughter . . . in your exuberance of health.
lord john. You may trust me not to tell tales.
carnaby. Of what . . . of whom?
lord john. Of here.
carnaby. And what is there to tell of here?
lord john. Nothing.
carnaby. But how your promise betrays a capacity for good-natured invention!
lord john. If I lie call me out.