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g in--when he lost the ring and said--quite loud, everybody could hear him--"I can't find it, old horse!" why I did think Mr. Garnet would have fainted away, and so I said to Jane, as was sitting beside me. But he found it at the last moment, and all went on as merrily, as you may say, as a wedding bell. JANE (_sentimentally_). Reely, these weddings, you know, they do give you a sort of feeling, if you catch my meaning, Mrs. Minchley. THE BUTLER (_with the air of a high priest who condescends for once to unbend and frolic with lesser mortals_). Ah! it'll be your turn next, Miss Jane. JANE (_who has long had designs on this dignified bachelor_). Oh, Mr. Hill, reely! You do poke your fun. [_Raises her eyes to his, and drops them swiftly, leaving him with a pleasant sensation of having said a good thing particularly neatly, and a growing idea that he might do worse than marry Jane, take a nice little house in Chelsea somewhere, and let lodgings. He thinks it over._ TILBY (_a flighty young person who, when she has a moment or two to spare from the higher flirtation with the local policeman, puts in a little light work about the bedrooms_). Oh, I say, this'll be one in the eye for Riggetts, pore little feller. (_Assuming an air of advanced melodrama._) Ow! She 'as forsiken me! I'll go and blow me little 'ead off with a blunderbuss! Ow that one so fair could be so false! MASTER THOMAS RIGGETTS (_the page boy, whose passion for the lady who has just become Mrs. Garnet has for many months been a byword in the servants' hall_). Huh! (_To himself bitterly._) Tike care, tike care, lest some day you drive me too far. [_Is left brooding darkly._ UPSTAIRS THE BRIDE. ... Thank you.... Oh, thank you.... Thank you so much.... Thank you _so_ much ... oh, thank you.... Thank you.... Thank you _so_ much. THE BRIDEGROOM. Thanks.... Oh, thanks.... Thanks awf'lly.... Thanks awf'lly.... Thanks awf'lly.... Oh, thanks awf'lly ... (_with a brilliant burst of invention, amounting almost to genius_) Thanks _frightfully_. THE BRIDE (_to herself, rapturously_). A-a-a-h! THE BRIDEGROOM (_dabbing at his forehead with his handkerchief during a lull_). I shall drop. THE BEST MAN (_appearing suddenly at his side with a glass_). Bellows to mend, old horse, what? Keep going. You're doing fine. Bless you. Bless you. [_Drifts away._ ELDERLY STRANGER (_to bridegroom_). Sir, I have jigged your wife on
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