CAPT. M. (Critically, walking round.) M'yes, you'll do. Only don't look so like a criminal. Ring, gloves, fees—that's all right for me. Let your moustache alone. Now, if the ponies are ready, we'll go.
CAPT. G. (Nervously.) It's much too soon. Let's light up! Let's have a peg! Let's—
CAPT. M. Let's make bally asses of ourselves!
BELLS. (Without.)—
'Good—peo—ple—all
To prayers—we call.”
CAPT. M. There go the bells! Come on—unless you'd rather not. (They ride off.)
BELLS.—
'We honour the King
And Brides joy do bring—
Good tidings we tell,
And ring the Dead's knell.'
CAPT. G. (Dismounting at the door of the Church.) I say, aren't we much too soon? There are no end of people inside. I say, aren't we much too late? Stick by me, Jack! What the devil do I do?
CAPT. M. Strike an attitude at the head of the aisle and wait for Her. (G. groans as M. wheels him into position before three hundred eyes.)