'Buryin's.'

'But this is a marriage.'

'I'm sure I beg your pardon, sir. I thought when I looked at you as
you was the party about the child's funeral.'

'Good heavens, no.'

'It was something in your expression, sir, but now that I can see the
colour of your clothes, why of course I know better. There's three
marriages--which was it?'

'Crosse and Selby are the names.'

The verger consulted an old crumpled notebook.

'Yes, sir, I have it here. Mr. or Miss Crosse to Mr. or Miss Selby.
Eleven o'clock, sir, SHARP. The vicar's a terrible punctual man, and
I should advise you to take your places.'

'Any hitch?' asked Frank nervously, as Hale returned.

'No, no.'

'What was he talking about?'

'Oh, nothing. Some little confusion of ideas.'