I did not want to lie. I wanted the opportunity to explain and to say sorry. But I couldn't, because she was there, gloating, so eager to bring my mistake to light. I felt ambushed, backed into a corner. Her smiling face was so hateful, so cunning. What strikes me, is that her friend is not even her concern. In her enthusiasm to set me up, she actually delighted in causing him pain, by stating it was him I had directly talked about, when it was not. And as I watched her eyes sparkling with the taste of revenge, I chose to take her sense of schadenfreude away a little bit by denying what happened. I could not, in front of her, so thirsty to embarrass me, admit to my mistake.
I know that Miss Lawrence was hurt by me, and I should have apologized to him immediately. He showed me the courtesy and friendship of asking me himself, and he was willing to listen. For that I love him. He did not rejoice in seeing me stumble. He does not take malicious satisfaction in the misfortunes of others. For that I respect him.