GROAT.
“Please, minister, I think not. It is Nanna Sinclair.”
“I thought so. You love her, David?”
“Better than my life.”
“And she does not love you?”
“She loves me as I love her.”
“Then what is there to make you miserable? In a few months, David, you will marry her and be happy.”
“Nanna will not marry me in a few months–she will not marry me at all.”
“Nanna ought not to trouble a good man with such threats. Of course she will marry. Why not?”