 She wanted me to ask you to hurry home. It seems a man has arrived with a seven-passenger limousine. Say, it's later than I thought. You're driving a limousine to the church, are you, Mr. Gildersleeve? You bet. Look Magazine will be there to take pictures, and by George, they're not going to regret it. Well, now, I... See you later, P.B. ¶¶