_) She's coming now. Look out when the music
starts. There's the organ beginning to clack.
_Bride steps out of 'rickshaw at Church door._ G. _catches a glimpse
of her and takes heart._
ORGAN.--
'The Voice that breathed o'er Eden,
That earliest marriage day,
The primal marriage-blessing,
It hath not passed away.'
CAPT. M. (_Watching_ G.) By Jove! He _is_ looking well. 'Didn't think
he had it in him.
CAPT. G. How long does this hymn go on for?
CAPT. M. It will be over directly. (_Anxiously._) Beginning to bleach
and gulp? Hold on, Gaddy, and think o' the Regiment.
CAPT. G. (_Measuredly._) I say, there's a big brown lizard crawling
up that wall.
CAPT. M. My Sainted Mother! The last stage of collapse!
_Bride comes up to left of altar, lifts her eyes once to_ G. _who is
suddenly smitten mad._
CAPT. G. (_To himself again and again._) Little Featherweight's a
woman--a woman! And I thought she was a little girl.
CAPT. M. (_In a whisper._) Form the halt--inward _wheel._
CAPT. G. _obeys mechanically and the ceremony proceeds._
PADRE. . . . only unto her as long as ye both shall live?
CAPT.
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