"But you are going to tell me something." Alice felt sure that the thing to be told would have some reference to Mr. Fitzgerald, and she did not wish to hear Mr. Fitzgerald's name from her cousin's lips.
"Tell you something;--of course I am. I'm going to tell you that,--that in writing to you the other day I wrote a fib. But it wasn't that I wished to deceive you;--only I couldn't say it all in a letter."
"Say all what?"
"You know I confessed that I had been very bad in not coming to you in London last year."
"I never thought of it for a moment."

"But you are going to tell me something." Alice felt sure that it would be about Mr. Fitzgerald.
"Of course I am. I'm going to tell you that in writing to you the other day I wrote a fib. It wasn't that I wished to deceive you; only I couldn't say it all in a letter."
"Say all what?"
"I confessed that I had been very bad in not coming to you in London last year."
"I never thought of it for a moment."
