HE. Thirty-one.
SHE. (Laying her hand on his) Are you?
HE. (Nodding) Last November.
SHE. (Lying with the insouciance of expertness) I'm just twenty. (He nods his head, without showing the least sign of disbelief.) Eleven years between us.
HE. Just the right ages, aren't we?
SHE. (Leaving her hand where it is) Do you think so?
HE. Eleven years difference—ideal!
SHE. Ten and a half.
HE. Eh?
SHE. I was born in June.