“I have, and I told a nice little whopper—a nice pretty little whopper—a dear, charming little whopper—and I mean to stick to it.”
“Eve!”
“You look shocked. Well, cheer up; it has not been your fault. I must confide in some one, so I have told you, and you may tell Jasper if you like. Dear old Jasper! she will applaud me for my spirit. Oh dear! do you know, Sylvia, I think you are rather a tiresome girl. I thought you too would have admired the plucky way I have acted.”
“How can I admire deceit and lies?” replied Sylvia in a low tone.
“You dare say those words to me!”
“Yes, I dare. Oh, you have made me unhappy! Oh, you have destroyed my day! Oh Eve, Eve, why did you do it?”
“You won’t tell on me, please, Sylvia? You have promised that, have you not?”
“Oh, why should I tell? It is not my place. But why did you do it?”
“If you will not tell, nothing matters. I have done it, and it is not your affair.”
“Yes, it is, now that you have confided in me. Oh, you have made me unhappy!”