He understood vaguely that weddings were expensive affairs, and he had thirty shillings in his pocket.
"Don't tell me that people are married that goes ter the Registry Office!" cried Mrs Yabsley.

"They only git a licence to 'ave a family.
I know all about them.

Yer sign a piece of paper, an' then the bloke tells yer ye're married.

'Ow does 'e know ye're married?
'E ain't a parson.

I was married in a church, an' my marriage is as good now as ever it was.