I watched in horror from the gallery. Rather soon-ish, it would occur to some entrepeneurial spirit to search the inside of the church, at which point I would be done for.
"Where could he be," sighed the bride's mother.
"It is difficult to say, ma'am."
"That louse!" The best man fumed. Breaking her heart"
"If I might make a suggestion?"
All turned to Jeeves.
"There is an ancient custom whereby the best man must marry the bride, should the groom not-"
The best man exclaimed his joyful shock, and I collapsed in relief. Jeeves! Would that I could marry him.