And we thought that must be a mistake and that really you were his long-lost sweetheart.

And we tried to do a really unselfish act and find you for him.

Because we don't want him to be married at all.' 'It isn't because we don't like YOU,' Oswald cut in, now emerging from the bushes, 'and if he must marry, we'd sooner it was you than anyone.
Really we would.' 'A generous concession, Margaret,' the strange clergyman uttered, 'most generous, but the plot thickens.

It's almost pea-soup-like now.

One or two points clamour for explanation.