"I've been admiring the dress you are wearing. It's wonderfully trim."
"Thanks. But it happens to be about a hundred years old, and is the only one I have left. As for my hat, and boots—but Tibe and I have suffered some undeserved vicissitudes of late."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Of course you must have three hundred dollars to begin with."
"By the way, am I Mrs. or Miss?"
"You must know best as to——"
"I mean me in the part of your aunt."
"Oh, you're neither Miss nor Mrs."
"Really!"
"I mean, you're married, but you have a title."
"That will come more expensive. A person of title should have a diamond guard for her wedding-ring. You feel that, don't you?"