Now, let me think--it's hard to think when I'm holding you like this, when my heart's jumping and something's shouting in my ear, 'She's going to be your wife.

Your wife!' I don't know much about the business of being married--I've never been married before, you see--but I fancy it's possible to get a special licence.

I don't know how you manage it; but I'll find out.

Oh, by George! I'll ask our friend, Reggie Rex; he appears to know everything, the human heart included.

Dearest, I hope you won't mind: I told him about--ourselves, our happiness, last night.