Mrs. Crowley.
But you'll get bored to death.
Dick.
Not I! Why, I'm growing younger every day. My dear Mrs. Crowley, I don't feel a day more than eighteen.
Mrs. Crowley.
You certainly look quite twenty-five.
Dick.
I haven't a white hair in my head.
Mrs. Crowley.
I suppose your servant plucks them out every morning.