[After glancing at the others—quietly.] No, thank you.
Avonia.
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[Sitting.] Yes, dearie, Ferdy and I were married yesterday.
Rose.
[Sitting. ] Yesterday!
Avonia.
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Yesterday morning. We're on our honeymoon now. You know, the "Wells" shut a fortnight after you left us, and neither Ferdy nor me could fix anything, just for the present, elsewhere; and as we hadn't put by during the season—you know it never struck us to put by during the season—we thought we'd get married.