″‘But it was all lies,’ whispered Mrs. Povey, there being no polite way to put it.
MCC Berkshire drew himself up to his full six foot and more. ‘Lies, madam?’
‘Well, er... yes actually... lies.’
‘Not lies, madam,’ he declared, magnificently unrepentant. ‘Fiction...‘”
″‘It didn’t seem right just to send him away. He was so very willing... Such a good-looking boy, too,’ she added vaguely.
‘What’s that got to do with it? He’s weird.‘”