e for the final obsequies, don't cut my eye out with
your stick.
CAPT. G. (Spinning round.) I say, isn't She the dearest creature that
ever walked? What's the time? What comes after "wilt thou take this
woman"?
CAPT. M. You go for the ring. R'clect it'll be on the top of my
right-hand little finger, and just be careful how you draw it off,
because I shall have the Verger's fees somewhere in my glove.
CAPT. G. (Walking forward hastily.) D---- the Verger! Come along! It's
past twelve and I haven't seen Her since yesterday evening. (Spinning
round again.) She's an absolute angel, Jack, and She's a dashed deal too
good for me. Look here, does She come up the aisle on my arm, or how?
CAPT. M. If I thought that there was the least chance of your
remembering anything for two consecutive minutes, I'd tell you. Stop
passaging about like that!
CAPT. G. (Halting in the middle of the road.) I say, Jack.
CAPT. M. Keep quiet for another ten minutes if you can, you lunatic; and
walk!
The two tramp at five miles an hour for fifteen minutes.
CAPT. G. What's the time? How about the cursed wedding-cake and the
slippers? They don't throw 'em about in church, do they?
CAPT. M. In-variably. The Padre leads off with his boots.
CAPT. G. Confound your silly soul! Don't make fun of me. I can't stand
it, and I won't!
CAPT. M. (Untroubled.) So-ooo, old horse You'll have to sleep for a
couple of hours this afternoon.
CAPT. G. (Spinning round.) I'm not going to be treated like a dashed
child. Understand that!
CAPT. M. (Aside.) Nerves gone to fiddle-strings. What a day we're
having! (Tenderly putting his hand on G.'s shoulder.) My David, how long
have you known this Jonathan? Would I come up here to make a fool of
you--after all these years?
CAPT. G. (Penitently.) I know, I know, Jack--but I'm as upset as I can
be. Don't mind what I say. Just hear me run through the drill and see if
I've got it all right:-"To have and to hold for better or worse, as it
was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end, so
help me God. Amen."
CAPT. M. (Suffocating with suppressed laughter.) Yes. That's about the
gist of it. I'll prompt if you get into a hat.
CAPT. G. (Earnestly.) Yes, you'll stick by me, Jack, won't you? I'm
awfully happy, but I don't mind telling you that I'm in a blue funk!
CAPT. M. (Gravely.) Are you? I should never have noticed it. You don't
look like it.
CAPT. G. Don't I? That's all right
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