 I hoped you'd grow up a good daughter to me, not a critical aunt. It's so terribly cheap. Cheap? Nonsense. What about your diplomatist? Surely that's a little different, dear. If you mean that because you happen to be a vigorous ingenue of 19, you have the complete monopoly of any amorous adventure there may be about, I feel it my firm duty to disillusion you. But, Mother... Anyone would think I was 80 the way you go on.