'The Voice that breathed o'er Eden,
That earliest marriage day,
The primal marriage-blessing,
It hath not passed away.'
CAPT. M. (_Watching_ G.) By Jove! He _is_ looking well. 'Didn't think he
had it in him.
CAPT. G. How long does this hymn go on for?
CAPT. M. It will be over directly. (_Anxiously._) Beginning to bleach
and gulp? Hold on, Gaddy, and think o' the Regiment.
CAPT. G. (_Measuredly._) I say, there's a big brown lizard crawling up
that wall.
CAPT. M. My Sainted Mother! The last stage of collapse!
_Bride comes up to left of altar, lifts her eyes once to_ G. _who is
suddenly smitten mad._
CAPT. G. (_To himself again and again._) Little Featherweight's a
woman--a woman! And I thought she was a little girl.