“Married life.”
The constable ruminated.
“Well, sir,” he replied judicially, “it’s like most things—’as its advantages and its disadvantages.”
“Of course,” said Sam, “I can see that if two people married without having any money, it might lead to a lot of unhappiness. But if you’ve plenty of money, nothing can possibly go wrong.”
“Have you plenty of money, sir?”
“Pots of it.”
“In that case, sir, I recommend the five-shilling tickets. Say, one for yourself, one for your good lady to be and—to make up the round sovereign—a couple for any gentlemen friends you may meet at the club ’oo may desire to be present at what you can take it from me will be a slap-up entertainment, high class from start to finish. Constable Purvis will render Asleep on the Deep——”
“Look here,” said Sam, suddenly becoming aware that the man was babbling about something, “what on earth are you talking about?”
“Tickets, sir.”
“But you don’t need tickets to get married.”