Elizabeth. You won’t be cross with me?
C.-C. How old are you?
Elizabeth. Twenty-five.
C.-C. I’m never cross with a woman under thirty.
Elizabeth. Oh, then I’ve got ten years.
C.-C. Mathematics?
Elizabeth. No. Paint.
C.-C. Well?
Elizabeth. [Reflectively.] I think it would be easier if I sat on your knees.
C.-C. That is a pleasing taste of yours, but you must take care not to put on weight.