"That is essentially a feminine reason.

Of course, your idea of a forger is the theatrical one; the gentleman with a Mephistophelian face, a sardonic sneer, evening dress, with a big cloak, and a cigarette in the corner of his mouth; the villain who looks every inch the part and says 'Curse you!' whenever it is possible to do so.

My dear young lady, your ignorance of the world spoils your compliment.

The worst man, the biggest criminal I ever saw in the dock, looked as innocent as a baby." "All the same, I don't believe you," Celia declared, doggedly.
"I am sorry to say the court is not with you," he said, with a smile that did not hide his bitterness.

"The cheque was cashed by the prisoner--myself, my lord .-- You see, I accept you as judge .-- When he was asked to give an account of it, he refused to do so; I am speaking in the past tense, but I am merely forecasting the course of the trial.