One night after dinner I told this story to my aunt.
'But why on earth didn't they get married?' she asked, when I had
finished.
'Good Heavens!' I cried. 'It never occurred to me.'
'Well, I think they ought,' she said.
'Oh, I have no doubt they did. I expect they got on their bikes and rode
off to the Consulate at Amsterdam there and then. I'm sure it would have
been his first thought.'
'Of course, some girls are very queer,' said my aunt.