"How long'll it take us to get to the church?" Osborn asked presently, with his eye on the clock.
"Ten minutes, about. We'll walk."
"Desmond, I say, I wouldn't like to be late."
"I'll look after that. I've escorted a good many fellows to the tumbril."
"Desmond, that nonsense of yours gets boring."
"All right! Sorry."
"Let's start," said Osborn.
So they started on their short walk. The pale gold sun of a splendid crisp morning hailed them and the streets were bright. Already, though they arrived early at the church, several pews were full of whispering guests who turned and looked and smiled, with nods that beckoned, at the two young men.
"What'll we do?" Osborn whispered.
"Hide," said Rokeby.