You told me the day before yesterday that you were nine-and-twenty—in your thirtieth year.
Rebecca.
Indeed! Did I say so?
Kroll.
Yes, you did. And I can calculate from that——
Rebecca.
Stop! You needn’t calculate. I may as well tell you at once: I am a year older than I give myself out to be.
Kroll.
[Smiles incredulously.] Really! I am surprised! What can be the reason of that?
Rebecca.