“Two shillings and sixpence?” asked the literal Carlotta.
“Yes. Just that. But as a matter of fact, no one would buy you. This is not the marriage market. There is no such thing as a marriage market. English mothers and fathers do not sell their daughters for money. Such a thing is monstrous and impossible.”
“Then it was all lies I read in the book?”
“All lies,” said I.
I hope the genial shade of the great satirist has forgiven me.
“Why do they put lies in books?”
“To accentuate the Truth, so that it shall prevail,” I answered.
This was too hard a nut for Carlotta to crack. She was silent for a moment. She reverted, ruefully, to the intelligible.
“I thought I was beautiful,” she said.
“Who told you so?”