"No, we didn't."
"Do I—or—do I not? Really I cannot tell you, Vincent, for I don't know myself."
"Nonsense! there's no logical dilemma. You can't go on for ever treating it as an open question."
"Well—you draw such absurdly hard-and-fast lines."
"Audrey, do you honestly suppose that I've walked here thirty miles, parboiled between sun and rain, in order to be made a fool of?" (in his excitement Hardy forgot that twenty miles was the precise distance, and that he had much better have taken the train). "How much longer are you going to keep up this fiendish cat-and-mouse sort of game?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that ten years is a devil of a time to keep a man waiting for his answer."
"Ten years?—ten days, you mean."
"Excuse me, I broached this subject for the first time ten years ago."
"Oh, I daresay, when we were both children."