The Cook (in the area, to Jane). Oh, I do 'ope they won't miss that train, don't you? Oh, here they come. Oh, don't Miss Phyllis—Mrs. Garnet—look—well, there. And I can remember her a little slip of a girl only so high, and she used to come to my kitchen, and she used to say, "Mrs. Minchley," she used to say—it seems only yesterday—"Mrs. Minchley, I want—"
[Left reminiscing.
The Bride (as the page boy's gloomy eye catches hers, "smiles as she was wont to smile").
Master Riggetts (with a happy recollection of his latest-read work of fiction—"Sir Rupert of the Hall": Meadowsweet Library—to himself). "Good-by, proud lady. Fare you well. And may you never regret. May—you—nevorrr—regret!"
[Dives passionately into larder, and consoles himself with jam.
The Best Man (to his gang of bravoes). Now, then, you men, bang it in.
[They bang it in.
The Bridegroom (retrieving his hat). Oh— [Recollects himself in time.
The Best Man. Oh, shot, sir! Shot, indeed!
[The Bride and Bridegroom enter the carriage amid a storm of rice.