“There’s something in that, but you’re too much of an optimist, Beetle,” said the Infant.
“Well, I’ve a right to be. Ain’t I responsible for the whole thing? You needn’t laugh. Who wrote ‘Aladdin now has got his wife’—eh?”
“What’s that got to do with it?” said Tertius.
“Everything,” said I.
“Prove it,” said the Infant.
And I have.