Married—fast married!
Wilfrid Brudenell.
The older I grow the more positive I am that nothing in life takes any time to speak of. You’re born in no time, you’re married in no time, you live no time, you die in no time, you’re forgotten in no time——
Hugh Murray.
But you suffer all the time.
Wilfrid Brudenell.
Suffer! Leslie and I intend never to suffer. We sat up together late last night, hand in hand, and we entered into a compact that we’ll remain to each other simple, light-hearted boy and girl for ever and ever. That’s the way to be happy. Hark! [He opens the door.] Here they are! Hallo, Dunstan!
[Renshaw enters, followed by his man, Weaver, who carries his travelling coat and hat.]
Dunstan Renshaw.
It’s all over, Mr. Murray. Ha, ha! Leslie was on the verge of tears because the Registrar wouldn’t read the Marriage Service. What do you want, Weaver?