Cecily Cardew 18
LADY BRACKNELL (to CECILY): Come here, sweet child. (CECILY goes over.) How old are you, dear?
CECILY: Well, I am only eighteen, but I always admit to twenty when I go to evening parties.
LADY BRACKNELL: You are perfectly right in making some slight alteration. Indeed, no woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating… (In a meditative manner.) Eighteen, but admitting to twenty at evening parties. Well, it will not be very long before you are of age and free from the restraints of tutelage. So I don’t think your guardian’s consent is, after all, a matter of any importance…

