"Are you sure we can get married to-morrow?"
"Of course I'm sure."
"In church?"
"In church; in St. Paul's Cathedral if you like; though to arrange that might take a little longer."
"I don't want to be married in St. Paul's Cathedral; I want to be married quietly."
"That's what I want; so there we are agreed; hooray!" This cry of jubilation was uttered in a sepulchral whisper. "Now you quite understand? Trap's coming in half-an-hour; you're to be ready; you're going to meet me at the station; we're going to elope; we're going together to get the licence; and to-morrow we're going to be married together; is that perfectly clear?"
"Don't be silly! Are you glad?"
"What for?"
"That we're going to be married; you know!"
"Of course I'm glad; how do you want me to show it? would you like me to stand on my head and dance?"