“And Rose-Ann!” cried Felix. “We’ve come to Woods Point to be married!”
“No!” cried Clive, astonished, unconsciously blocking the doorway.
“Yes!” said Felix gaily.
Clive laughed. “Welcome!” he said, ushering them inside. “If I’d known you were coming, I’d have met you at the station and guided you to the house. You weren’t afraid of breaking your neck?” And then, as Rose-Ann emerged from her snowy cloak, he took her hand. “So this is Rose-Ann! I’m delighted. You know, Felix isn’t very good at descriptions, and I never got the right idea of you at all.”
Felix felt vaguely annoyed. All this was beside the point.
“I suppose we can get married here, can’t we?” he asked.
Clive looked at him, and then back at Rose-Ann. “How solemn you both are!” he said. “Why, I really believe—Felix, what is this about getting married?”
“That’s what we’ve come for,” said Felix patiently.
“You mean—” Clive appeared incredulous.
“I mean, married. Preacher! License! Ceremony! Didn’t you ever hear of anybody getting married before?”