Mr. Twist stared at him. "Marry them?" he said helplessly. "Marry them who to?"
"You for one."
Mr. Twist stared at him in silence. Then he said, "You've said that to me before."
"Yep. And I'll say it again. I'll go on saying it till you've done it."
"'Well, if that's all you've got to offer as a suggestion for a way out—"
But Mr. Twist wasn't angry this time; he was too much battered by events; he hadn't the spirits to be angry.
"You've—got to—marry—one—of—those—girls," said the lawyer, at each word smiting the table with his open palm. "Turn her into an American. Get her out of this being a German business. And be able at the same time to protect the one who'll be your sister in-law. Why, even if you didn't want to, which is sheer nonsense, for of course any man would want to—I know what I'm talking about because I've seen them—it's your plain duty, having got them into this mess."
"But—marry which?" asked Mr. Twist, with increased helplessness and yet a manifest profound anxiety for further advice.
For the first time the lawyer showed impatience "Oh—either or both," he said. "For God's sake don't be such a—"
He pulled up short.