"You don't think I'm going to squeal to Connie?"
"Aren't you?"
"Of course I'm not."
"But I'm an imposter."
"And why shouldn't you be? Practically everyone else who comes here is. Man and boy I have seen more imposters at Blandings Castle than you could shake a stick at in a month of Sundays. It would have surprised me greatly if you hadn't been an imposter. You've gone to endless trouble to get here. Do you think I'm going to dash the cup from your lips? Secrecy and silence, my wench, secrecy and silence."
(from A Pelican At Blandings, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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