Oh, truth, said John Paul, lounging about the room, with his hands in his pockets truth, my dear little cousin, is governed by the law of benefit; didn t you know that? If it makes the donors feel happy, tell them West has longed for nothing in the world so much as a silver[18] glove buttoner. Now, if you told them the truth, fancy the shock! Ask the Parson.
The Parson has no such base and cynical theory, Miss Townsend responded promptly; have you, Billy? You don t think truth is governed by the law of benefit? I think truth-telling is, he assured her. John Paul assumed that look of artless and simpering satisfaction which one sees on the countenance of the unprotected male, who, in the bosom of his family, finds himself indorsed by a higher power.

There, Amy, what did I tell you? I had an instance of it yesterday. Oh, here is a third asparagus fork, murmured Amy; what shall I say about it?What s your instance? said the minister.

Well, we ve been looking for an assistant engineer, and there have been the Lord only knows how many applicants. One fellow impressed me very well; he seemed as straight as a string; honest face, thoroughly decent-looking fellow. He was an Englishman, but his references for three years were American. So much the better, of course. I was going to engage him, when, bless my soul, if he didn t begin to stammer out something about having no references from Home ( ome, he called it), because he adn t been over steady, but he d signed the pledge, and he wasn t afraid of drink any more. I didn t hire him. Now, I call that truth not governed by the law of benefit.