"This is the first time we've met. You were pointed out to me by a friend."
She considered this with a puzzled air, and, idly curious, said, "Do you want to marry me?"
"Good heavens, no!"
Jenny didn't seem to be insulted by his abruptness. "I just wondered why you'd speak to me," she said. "Because if you want to marry me you have to wait. I've promised to marry him first." She gestured to the man on the bench with her. The man looked at Staghorn for the first time.
"Yeah," he said.
"I see," said Staghorn. "And when is this ... merry event to take place?"
"Some day," Jenny said indifferently. "When we both feel like it. There's no use rushing things. I don't want to use up all the men too soon."
"Use them up?"
"He'll be my twenty-fifth husband."