Ray. Has he any recollection of a mother?
March. (Breaking in.) Most certainly he has.
Ray. How?
March. That is, I think I must have had one; and my father,—I know where he is, and just what he looks like.
Ray. You do!
March. Yes: he’s rather tall, gray hair, dresses well, and looks like me.
Ray. (Laughing.) A very accurate description.
March. You know him, then?
Ray. Me! how should I?
March. He’s rich too.