"Too old for that kind of thing." "Too old? How old are you?"
"That's an indiscreet question. Would you tell me your age?"
"Indeed I would. Why not?" she said, with sportive defiance. "Only you wouldn't believe me."
"Why wouldn't I? Do you look much older?"
"Oh, you cruel thing! I'm just twenty-three years and four months to-day.
There!" she said, with embarrassed gaiety.
"A sort of birthday, isn't it? I congratulate you."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
A pause