She was a girl of seventeen, remember.

In the end, Northway asked her to marry him, and she consented." "Did he know of the money ?" inquired Glazzard.
"Undoubtedly.

I shouldn't wonder if the blockhead aunt told.

Well, the wedding-day came; they were married; and--just as they came out of the church, up walks a detective, claps his hand on Northway's shoulder, and arrests him for forgery." "H'm! I see." "The fellow was tried.

Lilian wouldn't tell me the details; she gave me an old newspaper with full report.