“Of course I remember! But how can you marry him, if he has a wife?’’
“Lady Stoneham died a year ago and Lord Stoneham’s son was killed in Africa.”
“Oh, yes, I remember that now,” Nanny said. “It was in all the newspapers. Very brave they said he was and they gives him a medal after he was dead, not that that did him any good.”
“I cannot marry anybody as old as my father, can I, Nanny? Even though Papa thinks he is so important that I ought to be grateful that he wishes to marry me.”
“He must be old enough to be your grandfather!” Nanny exclaimed. “Nasty I calls it, an old man runnin’ after a girl of your age.”
“He is not exactly running after me,” Iola said. “He just spoke to Papa, who says I have to marry him.”
“So you came to me.”
“I came to ask you what I should do, Nanny.”
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