Need I say more? —By Arrangement, a chronicle of arranged marriages, by G. E. Felber “What are we going to do?” Penny cried once her father left to make the rest of the arrangements. West was pacing. “What do you think we are going to do? We are going to get married tomorrow morning, it appears.” “But . . . but I do not even like you.” He rubbed his jaw. “That much is obvious. At least I am not a totally rotten fellow. Not like Nigel.” “You do not like me, either.” “I just met you! And you struck me.” “Will you forget about that incident already! I apologized, and now we have more important things to discuss.” “More important than wedding a violent woman?” “Botheration, I am not usually so ill-tempered. But if you liked me, you would have been here years ago.” “Deuce take it, I could repeat your own words and advise you to forget about that episode already. I also apologized. And unlike your vehement antagonism, I had nothing against you.
