Tony faced her in surprise, "Just what are you advocating?" he demanded.
She reached up and took his hand. "Tony, never doubt that I love you. Yet Peter is a nice fellow, and had I met him first I'm reasonably sure that we could have been happy together."
"All right," nodded Tony. "Granted that love is a matter of coincidence, of the desirable factors of personality, propinquity, and propitiousness, so what?"
Marie looked unhappy. "He ... Hedgerly ... did win a nine-horse parlay, didn't he?"
"Yeah."
"He is here."
"Indubitably—and damnably!"
"Well," concluded Marie, "it is distasteful, but it seems ordained. And when—like going to the dentist—you're faced with something distasteful, there's little point in fuming over it. Do it—and forget it!"
Joan jumped to her feet. Then she sat down dejected. "Beating my head against the wall," she said. "All right. I give up."
Peter thought for a moment. "Look," he said brightly, "sometimes people must take chances. Sometimes people gotta ride close to the edge in order to gain safety. I suggest that we all elope to Yuma and have a double wedding!"