"I suppose this is the kind of thing they talked in the tumbrils," he said suddenly.
"Are you frightened—shall we go back?" she asked.
"No. I'm only joking."
When they were getting the license, Jerry said to her:
"How old are you, Jane?"
"Twenty-eight."
"Is that all? I thought you were older than that."
During the rest of the arrangements, and during the brief ceremony, they exchanged no words at all. Of the two, Jerry was the more nervous. When they came out into the sunlight of afternoon, he gave a deep sigh.
"That's over," he said.
"It was rather like any business deal, wasn't it? I opened a bank account once. It was rather like that, even more impressive," she said coolly.