We Americans marry without a cawntrack, you see.

But I like cawntracks myself.

It's my business, cawntracking is, you know.

Fire away whenever you're ready, mister." This last to the lawyer, who was waiting to read.
Dave sat, with a knowing air, listening to the legal phraseology as though he had been used to marriage contracts from infancy.

He was pleased with the notion of being betrothed in this awful diplomatic fashion.