Freddie.
You see, with this we can be married anywhere. Let’s jump into the motor and go down to my father near Oxford. We shall arrive by dinner-time, and he’ll marry us to-morrow morning.
Nellie.
You don’t mean to say your father’s in the Church?
Freddie.
Of course he’s in the Church. I was most careful in my choice of a parent.
Nellie.
Oh, how clever of you to have a father who’s a clergyman! You think of everything, Freddie.
Freddie.
Look here, there’s not a minute to waste. Will you risk it?