Rosamund [through her sobs]. I do think it's horrid of Lottie. We can't be married with one witness. And I didn't want to be married at a registry office at all.
James. My pet, we can easily get another witness. As for the registry office, it was yourself who proposed it, as a way out of a difficulty. I'm High and you're Low—
Rosamund. I'm not Low; I'm Broad, or else Evangelical.
James [beginning calmly again]. I'm High and you're Broad, and there was a serious question about candles and a genuflexion, and so we decided on the registry office, which, after all, is much cheaper.
Rosamund [drying her tears, and putting on a saintly expression]. Well, anyhow, James, we will consider our engagement at an end.
James. This extraordinary tiff has lasted long enough, Rosie. Come and be kissed.
Rosamund [with increased saintliness]. You mistake me, James. I am not quarreling. I am not angry.
James. Then you have ceased to love me?
Rosamund. I adore you passionately. But we can never marry. Do you not perceive the warnings against such a course? First of all you come here—drawn by some mysterious, sinister impulse—in breach of all etiquette. That was a Sign.
James. A sign of what?