“That is not fair, for I agree to thirty per cent, from Strong, Bulbul & Co.”
“Well, let us say twenty per cent., Miss Bluett.”
“Be it so, Mr. Ephrinell.”
“But that is a good deal for you!” whispered Caterna in my ear.
The marriage for a moment was in check for five per cent.!
But all is arranged. The interests of the two houses have been safeguarded. The Reverend Nathaniel Morse repeats the question.
A dry “yes” from Horatia Bluett, a short “yes” from Fulk Ephrinell, and the two are declared to be united in the bonds of matrimony.
The deed is then signed, first by them, then by the witnesses, then by Faruskiar, and the other signatures follow. At length the clergyman adds his name and flourish, and that closes the series of formalities according to rule.
“There they are, riveted for life,” said the actor to me, with a little lift of his shoulder.
“For life—like two bullfinches,” said the actress, who had not forgotten that these birds are noted for the fidelity of their armours.