Bill Wright said he overheard you tellin' her you'd do anything to oblige a lady--" "That's the worst of it; I'm always too damned polite when I'm drunk!" grumbled Ford.
Sandy, looking upon his bruised and distorted countenance and recalling, perhaps, the process by which Ford reached that lamentable condition, made a sound like a diplomatically disguised laugh.

"Not always," he qualified mildly.
"Anyway," he went on, "you sure married her.

That's straight goods.

Bill Wright and Rock was the witnesses.

And if you don't know why you done it--" Sandy waved his hands to indicate his inability to enlighten Ford.
"Right afterwards you went out to the bar and had another drink--all this takin' place in the hotel dining-room, and Mother McGrew down with neuralagy and not bein' present--and one drink leads to another, you know.