Tresh. What 's she? an infant save in heart and brain.
Young! Mildred is fourteen, remark! And you ...
Austin, how old is she?
Guen. There 's tact for you!
I meant that being young was good excuse
If one should tax him ...
Tresh. Well?
Guen. —With lacking wit.
Tresh. He lacked wit? Where might he lack wit, so please you?
Guen. In standing straighter than the steward's rod