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"Marcus dear, I have been so lonely this week. When are you
coming to see me?"
"We'll have a whole day out on Sunday," said I.

As I walked down the stairs with Carlotta, I reflected that
Judith had not accounted for the red spots.
"I like her," said Carlotta. "She is a nice old lady."
"Old lady! What on earth do you mean?" I was indeed startled.
"She is a young woman."
"Pouf!" cried Carlotta. "She is forty."
"She is no such thing," I cried. "She is years younger than I."
"She would not tell me."
"You asked her age?"
"Oh, ye-es," said Carlotta. "I was very polite. I first asked
if she was married. She said yes. Then I asked how her husband
was. She said she didn't know. That was funny. Why does she not
know, Seer Marcous?"
"Never mind," said I, "go on telling me how polite you were."
"I asked how many children she had. She said she had none. I
said it was a pity. And then I said, 'I am eighteen years old
and I want to marry quite soon and have children. How old are
you?' And she would not tell me.


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