"I suppose it's really a good and proper marriage?" he asked.
The benevolent young man reassured him; it would take all the majesty of the Probate, Divorce and Admiralty division of the High Court of Justice to dissolve it. Septimus agreed that in these circumstances it must be a capital marriage. Then the solicitor offered to see the whole matter through and get him married in the course of a day or two. After which he dismissed him with a professional blessing which cheered Septimus all the way to the Ravenswood Hotel.
CHAPTER XI
"Good heavens, mother, they're married!" cried Zora, staring at a telegram she had just received.
Mrs. Oldrieve woke with a start from her after-luncheon nap.
"Who, dear?"
"Why, Emmy and Septimus Dix. Read it."
Mrs. Oldrieve put on her glasses with faltering fingers, and read aloud the words as if they had been in a foreign language: "Septimus and I were married this morning at the Chelsea Registrar's. We start for Paris by the 2.30. Will let you know our plans. Love to mother from us both. Emmy."
"What does this mean, dear?"