I don't suppose you care if I do or not; I believe you're supposed not to care--through being so clever--for all sorts of ordinary things.

But I care myself if I tell fibs; I never tell them unless there's something rather good to be gained.

I don't see what's to be gained with you--especially as you wouldn't believe me.

I don't make professions any more than I make paper flowers or flouncey lampshades--I don't know how.

My lampshades would be sure to take fire, my roses and my fibs to be larger than life.