Getting Married By George Bernard Shaw -

As they stepped back out onto the street, the London fog swirling around them, Charlotte took his arm.

"You look remarkably like a prisoner waiting for the gaoler, George," Charlotte remarked, her eyes twinkling behind her spectacles. Getting Married by George Bernard Shaw

They entered the small, drab room where the Registrar waited. The official looked up, unimpressed by the tall, gangly Irishman. To the Registrar, Shaw was not the greatest playwright of the age; he was simply a man who hadn't brushed his coat. As they stepped back out onto the street,

"Well, Mr. Shaw? Do you feel like a changed man? A pillar of the establishment?" the London fog swirling around them