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because not one of the 'dozens' understand your--your general craziness as well as I do." Nan laughed.
"That's rude--though a fairly accurate statement.

But still, Penny dear, just to please me, will you marry Ralph ?" "No"-- with promptitude--"I certainly won't.

If I married him at all, it would be to please myself." "Well," wheedled Nan, "wouldn't it please you--really ?" "We can't always do as we please in this world." Nan grimaced.
"Hoots, lassie! Now you're talking like Aunt Eliza." Penelope continued brushing her hair serenely and vouchsafed no answer.
Nan renewed the attack.
"It amounts to this, then--that I've got to get married in order to let Ralph marry you!" "Of course it doesn't!" "Well, answer me this: If I were going to be married, would you give Ralph a different answer ?" "I might"-- non-committally.
"Then you may as well go and do it.

As I _am_ going to be married--to Roger Trenby." "To Roger! Nan, you don't mean it?
It isn't true ?" "It is--perfectly true.