“Well, suppose I come into a fortune—but then that’s equally absurd; anyway, I just wanted to point out to you that by a curious vagary of the law we could repudiate our marriage and contract others—in France.”
Anastasia looked very thoughtful. Though I had spoken jestingly I might have known that with her serious imagination she would take it gravely. Surely enough, a few days after she brought up the subject.
“I sink I like very much, darleen, if we get marry once more, French way, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all; only—I don’t want to make a habit of it.”
“Excuse me, darleen; and please I like it very much if we get marry in Catolick church.”
“All right. We’ll get married in Notre Dame this time.”
“But....” Here she hesitated—“zere is one trouble.”
“Well, what is it?”
“In France it is necessaire by law I have consent of my fazzaire and my muzzaire.”
“Well, seeing that they’re in (we hope) heaven, it won’t be very easy to get it.”