CAPT. M. (Returning.) She's coming now. Look out when the music starts. There's the organ beginning to clack.
(Bride steps out of 'rickshaw at Church door. G. catches a glimpse of her and takes heart.)
ORGAN.—
“The Voice that breathed o'er Eden,
That earliest marriage day,
The primal marriage-blessing,
It hath not passed away.”
CAPT. M. (Watching G.) By Jove! He is looking well. 'Didn't think he had it in him.
CAPT. G. How long does this hymn go on for?
CAPT. M. It will be over directly. (Anxiously.) Beginning to beltch and gulp. Hold on, Gabby, and think o' the Regiment.
CAPT. G. (Measuredly.) I say there's a big brown lizard crawling up that wall.
CAPT. M. My Sainted Mother! The last stage of collapse!
Bride comes Up to left of altar, lifts her eyes once to G., who is suddenly smitten mad.