NELLY MORRIS.
Very soon, I think
PRIMROSE DEANE.
May I be bridesmaid?
NELLY MORRIS.
Oh, there won't be any bridesmaids, dear, or anything of that sort. We shall just go into the church, our two selves, come out, and go away.
PRIMROSE DEANE.
No breakfast?
NELLY MORRIS.
( Shakes her head and smiles.) No fuss of any kind.