"I'd probably have done as you wished. I always do."
"So you do, old dear! That's the reason I'd have married you. That, and to keep you in the family, where you belong."
"I'll keep myself in the family, Mona, if you want me there."
"But Ralph didn't die," she pursued. "I'm going to, instead. You can't marry Ralph."
"Not very well."
"But you might marry the girls."
"All of 'em?"
"Connie, I think. She's most like me."
"She isn't nearly as pretty as you."
Mona blew him a kiss. "She's much, much prettier. Don't be so prejudiced. And she's very intelligent, for twenty-two."