"Oh no, sir," replied Lady Emily, blushing deeply; "we are not the
parties."
"Because," proceeded the Doctor, "I think I could not do better than
give you, while together, a few words--just a little homily, as it
were--upon the nature of the duties into which you are about to enter."
"Oh, but I have told you," replied Lady Emily, again, "that we are not
the parties, Dr. Sombre."
"Never mind her, Doctor," said Roberts--assuming, with becoming gravity,
the character of the intended husband: "the Doctor, my dear, knows human
nature too well not to make allowances for the timidity peculiar to your
situation. Come, my, love be firm, and let us hear what he has to say."
"Yes," replied the Doctor, "I can understand that; I knew I was right:
and all you want now is the ceremony to make you man and wife."
"Indisputable, Doctor; nothing can be more true. These words might
almost appear as an appendix to the Gospel."
"Well, my children," proceeded the Doctor, "listen--marriage may be
divided--"
"I thought it was rather a union, Doctor.
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