"You're married," said Marie Kerr in rather a dull way which disappointed them both.
"We are."
"After all, Marie," said Julia breathlessly, "don't you think it's the nicest way; without any fuss and premeditation, and bridesmaids, and cake and things? Just our two selves."
"It was splendid," said Rokeby. "I'm the first man I know who ever really enjoyed his wedding."
Marie sat between them and held a hand of each; after a while she answered:
"I do congratulate you both; it's all so exciting and romantic. Oh! I do hope you'll always be very happy."
"Thank you, dear," Julia beamed.
"We know we shall always be very happy," said Rokeby.
"And now?" Marie asked with an effort.
"We're going honeymooning," said the bridegroom.