MELISANDE. Of seven? I thought that humble woodcutters always had three sons, and that it was the youngest who went into the world to seek his fortune.
GERVASE. Three—that's right. I said "one of several." Now that I count them up, three. (Counting on his fingers) Er—Bowshanks, er—Mulberry-face and myself. Three. I am the youngest.
MELISANDE. And the fairies came to your christening?
GERVASE. Now for the first time I think that they did.
MELISANDE (nodding). They always come to the christening of the third and youngest son, and they make him the tallest and the bravest and the most handsome.
GERVASE (modestly). Oh, well.
MELISANDE. You are the tallest and the bravest and the most handsome, aren't you?
GERVASE (with a modest smile). Well, of course, Mulberry-face is hardly a starter, and then Bowshanks— (he indicates the curve of his legs)—I mean, there's not much competition.
MELISANDE. I have no sisters.
GERVASE. The Princess never has sisters. She has suitors.