The Triumph of Jill by Ethel Mills

"And now, Mrs St. John, I think we'll go and have lunch," Jill's new husband remarked as they stood together outside the Registrar's office, the sun shining brightly on the two faces, his quietly amused, hers a little grave and wondering at the importance of the now irrevocable step which they had taken. At the sound of her new name Jill smiled. "It will be our wedding breakfast," she said.

"So it will. We'll have fizz and go a buster -- a man doesn't get married every day. I didn't sleep a wink last night, Jill for thinking of it."