knew, 'aren't you expecting another wedding at eleven o'clock?'
'Yes,' he said, looking at me as if waiting for me to say something more.
'But you've just married the bride to somebody else,' I said, surveying him reproachfully, as if he were to blame. I felt I must have my revenge upon him for thinking me a strange young woman.
A momentary look of horror flashed across the poor man's face. He looked as if it might really have been possible for him to mix up the couples and make an awful hash of things.
'Do you know what the eleven o'clock bride's name is?' I asked, before he could gather his wits to reply.
'No,' he stammered, still with the startled look in his eyes. 'But, of course, it will be on the special license which I've got in the vestry. I will get it at once.'
He trotted off, and I awaited his return impatiently. Supposing Boy should come and find me there instead of his bride! It would be a bit awkward, to say the least, especially as the bride would never turn up to relieve the situation. But the clergyman quickly trotted back with a paper in his hand, and a troubled look on his face.
'It's just as you said, I've married the eleven o'clock bride to the ten o'clock bridegroom, but no one could say it was my fault,' he said pathetically, holding out the papers to me. 'You see, her name is in both licenses.'
