I am a very proper person, you see." "Yes," said Nino, pensively, "you are very proper.

And besides, you can be a witness of the civil marriage." "Diavolo!" I cried, "a marriage! I had not thought of that." "Blood of a dog!" exclaimed Nino, "what on earth did you think of ?" He was angry all in a moment.
"Piano,--do not disquiet yourself, my boy.

I had not realised that the wedding was so near,--that is all.

Of course you will be married in Rome, as soon as ever we get there." "We shall be married in Ceprano to-morrow night, by the sindaco, or the mayor, or whatever civil bishop they support in that God-forsaken Neopolitan town," said Nino, with great determination.
"Oh, very well; manage it as you like.

Only be careful that it is properly done, and have it registered," I added.