Agatha Posket.
Yes, Charley, but don’t you see the consequences? It has thrown everything out. As I am now thirty-one, instead of thirty-six as I ought to be, it stands to reason that I couldn’t have been married twenty years ago, which I was. So I have had to fib in proportion.
Charlotte.
I see—making your first marriage occur only fifteen years ago.
Agatha Posket.
Exactly.
Charlotte.
Well then, dear, why worry yourself further?
Agatha Posket.
Why, dear, don’t you see? If I am only thirty-one now, my boy couldn’t have been born nineteen years ago, and if he could, he oughtn’t to have been, because, on my own showing, I wasn’t married till four years later. Now you see the result!