“Looking after your baggage, probably?”
“Well, I think you have got it this time. I was looking after my baggage. I was trying to find out how and when we could get married.”
“Oh!”
“Yes, oh! Does that shock you? I find they have some idiotic arrangement by which a person has to live here three months before he can be married, although I was given some hope that, by paying for it, a person could get a special licence. If that is the case, I am going to have a special licence to-morrow.”
“Indeed?”
“Yes, indeed. Then we can be married at the hotel.”
“And don’t you think, George, that I might have something to say about that?”
“Oh, certainly! I intended to talk with you about it. Of course I am talking with you now on that subject. You admitted the possibility of our getting married. I believe I had better get you to put it down in writing, or have you say it before witnesses, or something of that sort.”
“Well, I shouldn’t like to be married in a hotel.”
“In a church, then? I suppose I can make arrangements that will include a church. A parson will marry us. That parson, if he is the right sort, will have a church. It stands to reason, therefore, that if we give him the contract he will give us the use of his church, quid pro quo, you know.”