He's gone now to look up proxy marriages, I believe." "Proxy marriages, indeed! Come, come, Bertram, I've got something to do this morning besides to stand here listening to your nonsense.

See that you and Cyril get here on time--that's all!" And she hung up the receiver with an impatient jerk.
She turned to confront the startled eyes of the bride elect.
"What is it?
Is anything wrong--with Cyril ?" faltered Marie.
Kate laughed and raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Nothing but a little stage fright, my dear." "Stage fright!" "Yes.

Bertram says he's trying to find some one to play his role, I believe, in the ceremony." "_Mrs.Hartwell!_" At the look of dismayed terror that came into Marie's face, Mrs.
Hartwell laughed reassuringly.
"There, there, dear child, don't look so horror-stricken.

There probably never was a man yet who wouldn't have fled from the wedding part of his marriage if he could; and you know how Cyril hates fuss and feathers.
The wonder to me is that he's stood it as long as he has.

I thought I saw it coming, last night at the rehearsal--and now I know I did." Marie still looked distressed.
"But he never said--I thought--" She stopped helplessly.
"Of course he didn't, child.