what Fiction means.

Cecily. I suppose so. But it seems very unfair. And was your
novel ever published?

Miss Prism. Alas! no. The manuscript unfortunately was abandoned.
[Cecily starts.] I use the word in the sense of lost or mislaid.
To your work, child, these speculations are profitless.

Cecily. [Smiling.] But I see dear Dr. Chasuble coming up through
the garden.

Miss Prism. [Rising and advancing.] Dr. Chasuble! This is indeed
a pleasure.

[Enter Canon Chasuble.]

Chasuble. And how are we this morning? Miss Prism, you are, I
trust, well?

Cecily. Miss Prism has just been complaining of a slight headache.
I think it would do her so much good to have a short stroll with you
in the Park, Dr. Chasuble.

Miss Prism. Cecily, I have not mentioned anything about a headache.

Cecily. No, dear Miss Prism, I know that, but I felt instinctively
that you had a headache. Indeed I was thinking about that, and not
about my German lesson, when the Rector came in.