The couples who don't know what to do, the couples who wish it was over; the couples who must never be intruded upon without careful preliminary knocking at the door; the couples who _can_ eat and drink in the intervals of "bliss," and the other couples who _can't._ But the bridegroom who stood helpless on one side of the door, and the bride who remained locked in on the other, were new varieties of the nuptial species, even in the vast experience of Mr.Bishopriggs himself.
"Hoo are ye to get her oot ?" he repeated.

"I'll show ye hoo!" He advanced as rapidly as his gouty feet would let him, and knocked at the bedroom door.

"Eh, my leddy! here he is in flesh and bluid.
Mercy preserve us! do ye lock the door of the nuptial chamber in your husband's face ?" At that unanswerable appeal the lock was heard turning in the door.

Mr.
Bishopriggs winked at Arnold with his one available eye, and laid his forefinger knowingly along his enormous nose.

"I'm away before she falls into your arms! Rely on it I'll no come in again without knocking first!" He left Arnold alone in the room.