Bride comes up to left of altar, lifts her eyes once to G., who is suddenly smitten mad.
Capt. G. (To himself again and again.) Little Featherweight's a woman—a woman! And I thought she was a little girl.
Capt. M. (In a whisper.) Form the halt—inward wheel.
Capt. G. obeys mechanically and the ceremony proceeds.
PADRE.... only unto her as ye both shall live?
Capt. G. (His throat useless.) Ha-hmmm!
Capt. M. Say you will or you won't. There's no second deal here.
Bride gives response with perfect coolness, and is given away by the father.
Capt. G. (Thinking to show his learning.) Jack give me away now, quick!
Capt. M. You've given yourself away quite enough. Her right hand, man! Repeat! Repeat! “Theodore Philip.” Have you forgotten your own name?