You are so unused to lying, that you cannot have lied, on the chancel step, to the man you loved, with much conviction." A dull red crept up beneath Jane's tan.
"Oh, Deryck, it was not entirely a lie.

It was one of those dreadful lies which are 'part a truth,' of which Tennyson says that they are 'a harder matter to fight.'" "'A lie which is all a lie May be met and fought with outright; But a lie which is part a truth Is a harder matter to fight,'" quoted the doctor.
"Yes," said Jane.

"And he could not fight this, just because it was partly true.

He is younger than I by three years, and still more by temperament.

It was partly for his delightful youthfulness that I feared my maturity and staidness.