"Well, if it is? We've got till three. I've arranged with the mandarin chap for a quarter to three."
"I thought these things couldn't occur after two o'clock—by law."
"That's what's the matter with you," said Simeon; "you think too much. The two o'clock law was altered years ago. Had anything to eat?" He was helping Arthur with buttons.
"No."
"I expected not. Here! Swallow this whisky."
"Not I!" Arthur protested in a startled tone.
"Why not?"
"Because I shall have to kiss her after the ceremony."
"Bosh!" said Simeon. "Drink it. Besides, there's no kissing in a Registry Office. You're thinking of a church. I wish you wouldn't think so much. Here! Now the necktie, you cuckoo!"
In three minutes they were driving rapidly through the London mist towards the other sex, and in a quarter of an hour there was one bachelor the less in this vale of tears.