All is, if he was playing his future this morning, I pity the girl who's got to live it with him." "Bertram!" Bertram chuckled remorselessly.
"Well, I do.

But I'll warrant he wasn't playing his future this morning.
He was playing his present--the wedding.

You see, he's just waked up to the fact that it'll be a perfect orgy of women and other confusion, and he doesn't like it.

All the samee,{sic} I've had to assure him just fourteen times this morning that the ring, the license, the carriage, the minister's fee, and my sanity are all O.K.When he isn't asking questions he's making threats to snake the parson up there an hour ahead of time and be off with Marie before a soul comes." "What an absurd idea!" "Cyril doesn't think so.

Indeed, Kate, I've had a hard struggle to convince him that the guests wouldn't think it the most delightful experience of their lives if they should come and find the ceremony over with and the bride gone." "Well, you remind Cyril, please, that there are other people besides himself concerned in this wedding," observed Kate, icily.
"I have," purred Bertram, "and he says all right, let them have it, then.