“O brave new world,” he began, then-suddenly interrupted himself; the blood had left his cheeks; he was as pale as paper.
“Are you married to her?” he asked.
“Am I what?”
“Married. You know for ever. They say ‘for ever’ in the Indian words; it can’t be broken.”
“Ford, no!” Bernard couldn’t help laughing.
John also laughed, but for another reason laughed for pure joy. “O brave new world,” he repeated. “O brave new world that has such people in it. Let’s start at once.”