They have defied the orange blossoms, the rice, the wedding presents, the unpleasant public affidavits, the whole indecent paraphernalia of an orthodox wedding--the bridal veil--a survival from the barbaric days when a woman was bought and paid for and a man didn't know what he had got until he had married her and taken her home--the senseless new clothes which brand them immodestly wherever they go.

Two people have had the courage to avoid all this, to treat marriage as if it really concerned themselves and not Tom, Dick, and Harry.

They've done it.

Why, doesn't matter.

All honor to them." He waved his stick in the air--they had met on the common--and the lame donkey, who had strayed companionably near them, took to his heels in fright.
"Even the donkey," said Zora, "Mr.Dix's most intimate friend, doesn't agree with you." "The ass will agree with the sage only in the millennium," said Rattenden.
But Zora was not satisfied with the professional philosopher's presentation of the affair.