'In hurry, post-haste for a licence,
In hurry, ding dong I come back.'
'How you run on,' said Rachael.
'Run on—nothing to the hours, days, weeks, months,years, when we're united—run on—they'll fly on—bolt—mizzle—steam-engine—thousand-horse power—nothing to it.'
'Can't—can't we be married before tomorrow morning?' inquired Rachael.
'Impossible—can't be—notice at the church—leave the licence to-day—ceremony come off tomorrow.'
I am so terrified, lest my brother should discover us!'said Rachael.