In accordance with the fast usages of the times, the twain
had been made one in holy matrimony at 7.30 A.M.; duly kissed and
congratulated till 8.15; put aboard the express train at 8.45, and
deposited at the Continental, bag and baggage, by 12.58.
They were seated on the sofa, the black broadcloth coat-sleeve
encircling the slender waist of the gray traveling-dress, and the jetty
moustache in equally affectionate proximity to the glossy curls.
'Are you tired, dearest?'
'No, love, not much. But you are, arn't you?'
'No, darling.'
Kiss, and a pause.
'Don't it seem funny?' said the lady.
'What, love?'
'That we should be married.'
'Yes, darling.'
'Won't they be glad to see us at George's?'
'Of course they will.'
'I'm sure I shall enjoy it so much. Shall we get there to-night?'
'Yes, love, if--'
Rap-rap-rap, at the door.
A hasty separation took place between man and wife--to opposite ends of
the sofa; and then--
'Come in.'
'Av ye plaze, sur, it's an M.P. is waiting to see yez.'
'To see _me_! A policeman?'
'Yis, sur.'
'There must be some mistake.'
'No, sur, it's yourself; and he's waiting in the hall, beyant.'
'Well, I'll go to--No, tell him to come here.
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