The Bridegroom. Thanks.... Oh, thanks.... Thanks awf'lly.... Thanks awf'lly.... Thanks awf'lly.... Oh, thanks awf'lly ... (with a brilliant burst of invention, amounting almost to genius) Thanks frightfully.
The Bride (to herself, rapturously). A-a-a-h!
The Bridegroom (dabbing at his forehead with his handkerchief during a lull). I shall drop.
The Best Man (appearing suddenly at his side with a glass). Bellows to mend, old horse, what? Keep going. You're doing fine. Bless you. Bless you.
[Drifts away.
Elderly Stranger (to bridegroom). Sir, I have jigged your wife on my knee.
The Bridegroom (with absent politeness). Ah! Lately?
Elderly Stranger. When she was a baby, sir.
The Bridegroom (from force of habit). Oh, thanks. Thanks awf'lly.
The Bride (to herself). Why can't one get married every day!... (catching sight of a young gentleman whose bi-weekly conversation with her in the past was wont to consist of two remarks on the weather and one proposal of marriage). Oh! Oh, what a shame inviting poor little Freddy Fraddle! Aunt Kathleen must have known! How could she be so cruel! Poor little fellow, he must be suffering dreadfully!