Not so fast! First, there is the little ceremony of the clinical thermometers. (He takes up one of the thermometers.) Open your mouth, my dear. (He Inserts the thermometer.) Now hold it there while you count one hundred and fifty. And you, too. (To THE BRIDEGROOM.) I had almost forgotten you. (THE BRIDEGROOM opens his mouth and the other thermometer is duly planted. While the two are counting, THE CLERGYMAN attempts to turn back one of THE BRIDE'S eyelids, apparently searching for trachoma, but his rubber gloves impede the operation and so he gives it up. It is now time to read the thermometers. THE BRIDEGROOM'S is first removed.)
