Apologize?
Ernest
For saying, years and years ago—in other words, last night—that you didn't think you'd marry me after all. [She starts.] Why, what's the matter? You're trembling like a leaf. You are ill!
Helen
No; oh, no.
Ernest
[tenderly]
Still a few lingering doubts? I had hoped a good night's rest would put those little prejudices to sleep forever.
Helen
Sleep?