How romantic!
DINAH.
We declared we were much older than we really are, but, as Reginald said, trouble had aged us, so it wasn't a story. At the doors of the Registry Office we parted.
ERMYNTRUDE.
How horrible!
GWENDOLINE.
I couldn't have done that!
DINAH.
And when I reached home there was a letter from Papa ordering Mamma to have me locked up at once in a Boarding School; and here I am—torn from my husband, my letters opened by Miss Dyott, quite friendless and alone.