“No.”

“Haven’t I grown older?... Am I not getting wrinkled?”

“You? Never!”

“Listen. I believe I have still quite a future before me, something very different....”

“In Paris?”

“Perhaps.... Tell me, am I not too old?”

“What for?”

“For Paris.... How old do you think I am?”

“Twenty-five.”

“You’re fibbing. You know perfectly well that I’m thirty-two. Do I look thirty-two?”