Now then, what have you to communicate to me?
This time I let you come to my house trust at all, trust entirely.

I think that's the proverb.

You are admitted: speak like a guest." Luigi's preference happened to be for categorical interrogations.

Never having an idea of spontaneously telling the whole truth, the sense that he was undertaking a narrative gave him such emotions as a bad swimmer upon deep seas may have; while, on the other hand, his being subjected to a series of questions seemed at least to leave him with one leg on shore, for then he could lie discreetly, and according to the finger-posts, and only when necessary, and he could recover himself if he made a false step.

His ingenious mind reasoned these images out to his own satisfaction.