"Your ten minutes are out," said Gideon.
"We have agreed to be married," said Love.
"Very good," said Gideon. "The parson is waiting in the front room, and I have the three licenses in my pocket. Which one do you marry?"
"Cleopatra," said Love.
Gideon went to the door opening into the back room, and unlocking it, put his head through and uttered a few words. Cleopatra came forth, blushing.
"Stand up!" said Gideon to Love.
Love arose from his seat trembling from head to foot.
"Take her arm," said Gideon. "That's right. Now, come along!"
Gideon opened the door, and Love walked with Cleopatra into the front room, where stood the parson with his book open ready to make them man and wife. In a very brief space of time Love and Cleopatra were united in the holy bands of matrimony. The parson looked as if he expected to see the happy man salute his bride; but Love was unable to reach up, and Cleopatra did not bend down, and so this formality was not observed. The wedded pair walked into the back parlor, followed by Gideon, who turned to Dove and said,—
"Whom do you marry?"