“Say to-morrow!”
“Impossible!”
“Why impossible?”
“In the first place, I must get my dress ready, and then there are the bridesmaids. Who would be bridesmaids at a day’s notice?”
“Oh, bother the bridesmaids. We don’t want any bridesmaids. Let them rip!”
“If I don’t have bridesmaids I won’t be married. A marriage without bridesmaids! Who ever heard of such a thing! I don’t believe it would be a proper marriage at all!”
“Oh, yes, it would—as safe as the bank!”
“Safe or no safe, I’ll be married properly or not at all.”
“Perhaps you would rather be carried off in a cab?”
“Well, your marriage would be nearly as bad! Go and write our name in a book, the same as you do at a picture-gallery, and a man in a light suit says, ‘Three-and-sixpence, please. You are married. Next!’ You can bury me that way if you like to but marry me, never!”