Him he addressed with businesslike bluntness.

He wanted a marriage license, and he could see no reason why he should not have it.

The man with the chuckle he chose to ignore, instinct telling him that haste was needful.
The clerk was a slow man who deliberated upon each sentence, each signature.

Eager prospective bridegrooms could neither hurry him nor flurry him.

He took the pen from behind his ear as a small concession to Johnny's demand, but he made no motion toward using it.
"Are you sure this is the couple ?" he cautiously inquired of the sheriff.
"Sure, I am.