When Alf returned home from the ceremony in the parish-church, his mother was taking off her bonnet in the kitchen.
She eyed him with sardonic mirth as he entered.
"Feel a change?" she asked.
"What's that?"
"Since he done it."
"Was you there then?" asked Alf.
"I was."
Alf was entirely unabashed.
"I must go with me conscience," he said, "if it was ever so."
"And we all know which way your conscience goes, Alf," his mother answered.