"You will allow me to put you into your carriage."
"I shall walk."
"So much the better. Good-bye, Monsieur Gouache."
"Why say, Monsieur?"
"As you like—you are older than I."
"I? Who has told you that legend? It is only a myth. When you are sixty years old, I shall still be five-and-twenty."
"And I?" enquired Madame d'Aragona, who was still young enough to laugh at age.
"As old as you were yesterday, not a day older."
"Why not say to-day?"
"Because to-day has a to-morrow—yesterday has none."