“I beg you to do so.”
“I will, and only too soon for your ears to hear.”
“In Heaven’s name tell me!” and Nina de Sutro was beginning to feel that her nerves might be treacherous to her.
“May I ask,” began Silk Lasso Sam with a most malignant look upon his face, “if you have your certificate of marriage?”
“My marriage-certificate?” she gasped.
“Yes.”
“Is it necessary?”
“Of course, for all well-regulated families have one.”
“Where is mine?”
“That is what I asked you.”