What's the odds, so long as Edith is there to stand by you?
If she's willing to assume that you are her husband--" "Good Lord!" half shouted Brock, leaping to his feet, wide-eyed.

"You don't mean to say that she is--is--is to go to Vienna with me ?" "Emphatically, yes.

She's also invited.

Of course, she's going." "You mean that she's going just as you are going--by proxy ?" murmured Brock helplessly.
"Proxy, the devil! 'Pon my soul, Brock, you're downright stupid.

She can't have a proxy.