I told him a lie as to how I had missed the train.

I hated it, but it was necessary." Mr.Fentolin nodded approvingly.
"My dear boy," he said, "to trifle with the truth is always unpleasant.
Besides, you are a Fentolin, and our love of truth is proverbial.

But there are times, you know, when for the good of others we must sacrifice our scruples.

So you told Mr.Dunster a falsehood." "He let me travel with him," Gerald continued.

"We were all night getting about half-way here.