EDWIN. Do I remember that night? Oh, Ethel, shall I ever forget that
night--that night when--by the by, my dear, which night were you
alluding to?
ETHEL. I said that one in particular.
EDWIN. Precisely so, my love, but then there were so many ones in
particular, and all are so indelibly impressed upon my memory, I can't
remember one of them.
ETHEL. I can remember all of them. Your saying that you'd rather have
me than all the world.
EDWIN. Did I say that?
ETHEL. Twice over: for I asked you if you were quite sure.