Honesty is the right policy, after all.

I wish I had moral courage to act up to it at all times.
But, my dear boy, when you are the slave of a violent and deceitful man, your only chance for a quiet life is to fight him with his own weapons." "Wrong again, aunt," I cried vehemently.

"That would make me as had as him.

No, no, that plan would not do for me.

I should betray myself every minute, and become contemptible in his eyes and my own.