"Russell made any arrangements?"
"I haven't asked."
"Probably not. He'll expect to get out of the train and find a license
and a preacher on the platform. I'd better be best man, and go down
there a day before to fix things."
Well, it wasn't flattering to see him so eager to get me married. There
had been a time when I thought--However--
"Oh!" I said.
"Better do it right while you're about it," he said. "You might give me
one of your rings, and I'll order a wedding ring. Platinum or gold?"
"Platinum," I said feebly.
"Anything inside?"
"The--the date, I suppose."
"No initials or anything like that?"