I asked why.

It appeared it was every man's duty.
"From what point of view ?" I asked.

"The mere propagation of the human race, or the providing of a superfluous young woman with a means of livelihood?
If it is the former, then, in my opinion, there are too many people in the world already; and if the latter, I'm afraid I'm not sufficiently altruistic." "You are so _funny!_" laughed my aunt.
I was not aware of being the least bit funny.
"But, seriously," she continued, "you _must_ marry." She is a woman who has an irritating way of speaking in Italics.

"Are you aware that if you have no son the title will become extinct ?" "And if it does," I cried, "who on this earth will care a half-penny-bun ?" I am growing tired of the title.

At first it was rather amusing.