She is in London, on a visit to a relation in the city.

The bans on her side will be published with equal privacy in a little church near the Tower, where my name will be no less unknown than hers.

Oh, I've contrived it famously!" "But, my dear fellow, consider what you risk." "I have considered all, and I find every chance in my favour.

The bride will arrive here on the day of our wedding: my servant will be one witness; some stupid old Welshman, as antediluvian as possible--I leave it to you to select him--shall be the other.

My servant I shall dispose of, and the rest I can depend on." "But--" "I detest buts; if I had to make a language, I would not admit such a word in it.