) D---the Verger! Come along! It's
past twelve and I haven't seen Her since yesterday evening. (Spinning
round again.) She's an absolute angel, Jack, and She's a dashed deal
too good for me. Look here, does She come up the aisle on my arm, or
how?
CAPT. M. If I thought that there was the least chance of your
remembering anything for two consecutive minutes, I'd tell you. Stop
passaging about like that!
CAPT. G. (_Halting in the middle of the road_.) I say, Jack.
CAPT. M. Keep quiet for another ten minutes if you can, you lunatic;
and _walk!_
_The two tramp at five miles an hour for fifteen minutes_.
CAPT. G. What's the time? How about that cursed wedding-cake and the
slippers? They don't throw 'em about in church, do they?
CAPT. M. In-variably. The Padre leads off with his boots.
CAPT. G. Confound your silly soul! Don't make fun of me. I can't stand
it, and I won't!
CAPT. M. (_Untroubled_.) So-ooo, old horse! You'll have to sleep for
a couple of hours this afternoon.
CAPT. G. (_Spinning round_) I'm _not_ going to be treated like a dashed
child. Understand that!
CAPT. M.
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