lookedlovely；IknewtoowellIdidn’tlookmyself。IlookedlikeaspecialcolouredsupplementtoMen’sWear，orTheTailorandCutter，FullDressForCeremonialOccasions。Ihadeventhedisconcertingsensationsofanunfamiliarcollar。Ifeltlost——inastrangebody，andwhenIglanceddownmyselfforreassurance，thestraightwhiteabdomen，thealienlegsconfirmedthatimpression。
Myunclewasmybestman，andlookedlikeabanker——alittlebanker——inflower。Heworeawhiteroseinhisbuttonhole。Hewasn’t，Ithink，particularlytalkative。AtleastIrecallverylittlefromhim。
“George“hesaidonceortwice，“thisisagreatoccasionforyou——averygreatoccasion。”Hespokealittledoubtfully。
YouseeIhadtoldhimnothingaboutMarionuntilaboutaweekbeforethewedding；bothheandmyaunthadbeentakenaltogetherbysurprise。Theycouldn’t，aspeoplesay，“makeitout。”Myauntwasintenselyinterested，muchmorethanmyuncle；itwasthen，Ithink，forthefirsttimethatIreallysawthatshecaredforme。Shegotmealone，Iremember，afterIhadmademyannouncement。“Now，George。”shesaid，“tellmeeverythingabouther。Whydidn’tyoutell——MEatleast——before？”
IwassurprisedtofindhowdifficultitwastotellheraboutMarion。Iperplexedher。