"Oh, do you?" said Mrs. Waddington.
"Oh, I do," said George.
Mrs. Waddington sniffed unpleasantly.
"I have been overwhelmed and forced into consenting to a marriage of which I strongly disapprove," she said, "but I may be permitted to say one word. I have a feeling that this wedding will never take place."
"What do you mean?" said Molly. "Of course it will take place. Why shouldn't it?"
Mrs. Waddington sniffed again.
"Mr. Finch," she said, "though a very incompetent artist, has lived for a considerable time in the heart of Greenwich Village and mingled daily with Bohemians of both sexes and questionable morals...."
"What are you hinting?" demanded Molly.
"I am not hinting," replied Mrs. Waddington with dignity. "I am saying. And what I am saying is this. Do not come to me for sympathy if this Finch of yours turns out to have the sort of moral code which you might expect in one who deliberately and of his own free-will goes and lives near Washington Square. I say again, that I have a presentiment that this marriage will never take place. I had a similar presentiment regarding the wedding of my sister-in-law and a young man named John Porter. I said, 'I feel that this wedding will never take place.' And events proved me right. John Porter, at the very moment when he was about to enter the church, was arrested on a charge of bigamy."
George uttered protesting noises.