“Do you, Rose-Ann Prentiss....”
“I do.”
“Then, by the authority of the State of Illinois, in me vested, I pronounce you husband and wife.”
He took off his spectacles and put them in his pocket.
2
Rose-Ann and Felix looked at each other in a kind of surprise. So they were married!
The judge was wishing them happiness. “And now,” he said, “I’ll hurry home before the snow gets any deeper.”
Felix, a little embarrassed, and wishing he could do it less obtrusively, gave him a crumpled bill, which the judge, without embarrassment, smoothed out and placed in a wallet.
“Good-night!” he said, and let Phyllis help him on with his overcoat. “Good-night!”
At the door he turned. “Oh, by the way,” he said. “Do you want a marriage certificate?”