Sladder: What duke, Ermyntrude?
Ermyntrude: Mother said you wanted me to marry a duke some day, father.
Sladder: Well?
Ermyntrude: Well I—er—I don't think I quite want to, father.
Sladder: Ah! Quite so. Quite so. Quite so. And who did you think of marrying?
Ermyntrude: O, father.
Sladder: Well? (Ermyntrude is silent.) When I was his age, I had to work hard for my living.
Ermyntrude: O, father. How do you know what age he is?
Sladder: O, I guessed he was 82, going to be 83 next birthday. But I daresay I know nothing of the world. I daresay I may have been wrong.
Ermyntrude: O, father, he's young.