The Woman: How long, dear, have we known each other?
The Girl: Since I left school, I believe. Where did you get that stunning morning gown?
The Woman (smiling in spite of the serious purpose she has in view): Never mind the gown, my child; I have something of greater importance to talk about.
The Girl: Is there anything more important to talk about among women?
The Woman: Yes. There is age.
The Girl: But, mercy, we do not talk about that!
The Woman: I am going to establish a precedent, then. I am forty, or at least, I am on the verge of it.
The Girl (warningly): Take care! If we should ever become enemies! If I should ever become treacherous!
The Woman: The world very well knows that I am older than I look. That is why it takes such interest in my age.
The Girl: The question is, how do you preserve it?