"And Clarence Parmiter shall be my best man, and old Andrews shall give you away."
"I don't know about old Andrews."
"Then old Andrews shan't! So long as I get you I don't care who gives you away; if it comes to that, we'll make it worth the verger's while. Then we'll go off for a whole month, and have a rare old spree."
"That sounds inviting."
"And while we're away Andrews and Parmiter between them shall get things ship-shape; and when we come back, under her majesty's directions I shall put my shoulder to the wheel and start making her the richest woman in the world--and the happiest."
"The conceit of him! Mind you do make me happy. Will you?"
"Don't you think I shall?"
"If I hadn't hopes in that direction you--wouldn't be where you are."
"Where shall we go to?"
"Wherever you like."