'We honour the King
And Brides joy do bring--
Good tidings we tell,
And ring the Dead's knell.'
CAPT. G. (_Dismounting at the door of the Church._) I say, aren't we
much too soon? There are no end of people inside. I say, aren't we much
too late? Stick by me, Jack! What the devil do I do?
CAPT. M. Strike an attitude at the head of the aisle and wait for
Her. (G. _groans as_ M. _wheels him into position before three hundred
eyes._)
CAPT. M. (_Imploringly._) Gaddy, if you love me, for pity's sake, for
the Honour of the Regiment, stand up! Chuck yourself into your uniform!
Look like a man! I've got to speak to the Padre a minute. (G. _breaks
into a gentle perspiration._) If you wipe your face I'll _never_ be your
best man again. Stand _up!_ (G. _trembles visibly._)
CAPT. M. (_Returning._) She's coming now. Look out when the music
starts. There's the organ beginning to clack.
_Bride steps out of 'rickshaw at Church door._ G. _catches a glimpse of
her and takes heart._