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Rh “There is no joke,” said the Professor sternly. “She did it. I tried to stop her, but she never listens to me.”

“Do you mean, Bambi—” he began.

“I mean you told me to go ahead, so I got a license and a minister, and married you.”

“But where was I when you did it?”

“You were there, I thought, but it didn’t seem to take. Can’t you remember anything at all about it, Jarvis?”

“Not a thing. Word of honour! How long have we been married?”

“Three days. You couldn’t come out of the play, so I dragged you upstairs, fed you at stated periods, and let you alone.”

He looked at her as if for the first time.

“Why, Bambi,” he said, “you are a wonderful person.”

“I have known it all along,” she replied, sweetly.

“But why, in God’s name, did you do it?”

“That’s what I say,” interpolated the Professor.

“Oh, it just came to me when I saw you needed looking after—”

“Don’t you believe it. She intended to do it all along,” said her father, grimly. “I tried to dissuade