Working Man (puzzled). I dunno; yer see my missus and I 'ave been twenty years together, and it's 'ard on 'er if she can't get this 'ere brass. Can't say as it ever occurred to us to go to church or a Horfice. What am I to do, young man?
Clerk. Why don't you get married?
Working Lady. 'Ow much does it cost?
Clerk. Oh, only a few shillings.
Working Man. Well, Sal, what do you think?
Working Lady (tossing her head). Oh, if it won't do us no 'arm, I 'spose we'd better.
Working Man. It'll make the money right for you, Sal.
Working Lady. Well, come on: it's all them thievish lawyers—it's another do to get money out of yer. The idea for the likes of us to go to church. Oh my!
But a week or two afterwards the couple returned and produced their marriage lines.
Working Man. Well, it's all right; we planked our money down, and we're wery much oblig'd to you for the suggestion. Sal's been a good 'un to me these 'ere twenty years, but it never occurred to us, or we'd 'a done it before. It jest made us both laugh outright when the parson chap harsks me if I'll 'ave 'er. It do seem ridic'lous, but the law is the law, and we ain't none the worse. Much obliged for the suggestion. Will you 'ave anythink, young man?