MR GREGORY   Admirable, Ah – a Bechstein! (to Mrs Brookstone) You’ll enjoy that, Lily … Some of the instruments we’re offered are wretched.
Mrs Brookstone sits down at the piano and rattles off a few bars of ‘Goodbye, My Lady Love’, which modulates into ‘O Sacred Head Sore Wounded’. Mr Gregory opens his case and starts to erect a collapsible cross.
George is intrigued and picks it up to examine it. Mr Gregory removes it from him reproachfully.
East? East, Lily?

MRS BROOKSTONE   (taking out a compass) That’s east.
Mr Gregory positions the cross. He continues to smoke.

INT. DINING ROOM. NIGHT.

The guests are still trying to guess the nature of the ‘surprise’. George returns.

PAULINE   George!

STELLA   We give up.

GEORGE   Well – the truth of the matter is …

BETTY   After all these years …

GEORGE   We thought the time had come …

BETTY   We decided to …

GEORGE   Get married!

PAULINE   Get married!

RUFUS   When?

GEORGE   Now.

STELLA   Where?

BETTY   Here.

DICKIE   Who’s getting married?

PETER   Aren’t you married already?

BETTY   Not to each other, darling.

GEORGE   We’ve both of us been married before but not to each other.

SUE   You’ve been living together?

BETTY   Yes.

PETER   (who is obviously disconcerted) But we’re delighted, aren’t we. Sue?

SUE   Oh, yes.

PAULINE   You’re so brave, Betty.

RUFUS   What now, for Christ’s sake?

PAULINE   Totty ought to be here. Now they’re getting married, I just miss her more. (She weeps.)

STELLA   Oh, shut up, Pauline.

GEORGE   If you wouldn’t mind waiting a moment … Betty and I have to receive instructions from Father Gregory. Then we’ll have the ceremony.

INT. HALL. NIGHT.

George and Betty cross the hall. Evidently nervous, Betty takes George’s hand. They knock.

MR GREGORY   Enter!

INT. MUSIC ROOM. NIGHT.

George and Betty enter, rather shyly. Mrs Brookstone is pushing the piano into position. Mr Gregory, now fully robed, is doing the crossword.

MR GREGORY   Nearly there. Mrs Brookstone is a tower of strength. She is a deaconess in her own right.
Mrs Brookstone erects some telescopic candlesticks on the altar. 
Ceremonies in the home are becoming more and more popular. Cassettes the next stage, I fear. Though why not? At the turning points in one’s life one is entitled to expect a personal touch. Now, George, Betty. This is a moment of great importance for you both. The moment when together you embark on this great adventure of marriage.
He takes out a cigarette, which Mrs Brookstone, having just lit the candles on the altar, now lights.

MR GREGORY   Marriage is of course a sacrament, and not one to be undertaken lightly.

GEORGE   Are you married?

MR GREGORY   I am married to God.

BETTY   But not besides?

MR GREGORY   No, though I have several friendships which, while stopping short of physical intimacy, supply that human contact none of us can do without. Shall we pray together?

INT. DINING ROOM AND STUDIO. NIGHT.