His voice sharpened a little as he said,
“Yet she could not be frank with me even over that, but lied about everything so inadequately that any man, however stupid, would have known that she was not speaking the truth.”
Iola gave a little sigh.
“Now I understand why you want Lucy always to hear the truth – but there are – different sorts of – truths.”
“I know that now,” Sir Wolfe smiled. “You must teach me, as you have taught Lucy, to use my imagination and to believe not only with my brain but with my instinct.”
Iola gave a cry of delight.
“That expresses exactly what I want to say. You are so clever, so perceptive but – ”
She stopped, looking up at him apprehensively until he asked,
“But what? Tell me the end of the sentence.”
“I am – afraid that you will find me so – unsophisti
