"Well, who are you?"
George said, "Will you shut up, Eddie? Everyone's staring."
After that it wasn't easy. Judy joined him at the altar but he listened to the ceremony with only one ear. With the other he tried to pay attention to the voice which he alone heard. Since it continued and since he was the only one who heard it, he concluded quite logically that he was going off his rocker. Then maybe he was being roped into something—because if the prospect of marriage to Judy made him feel this way, then maybe he'd better call the whole thing off before it was too late.
Or had the strange voice put that idea into his head? Come to think of it, here was a nice pleasant female voice. It didn't rasp like Mrs. Wilkins' voice and it didn't hold the slight suggestion of a whine dormant in her daughter Judy's.
"Do you, Edward, take this girl Judy, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Silence, except for a few sobs and whimpers in the sea of faces around them.
"Do you, Edward...."
Don't do it, Eddie. Do it and that'll be the end for you. You'd regret it something awful.
"You think so, Miss, ah—"