I stayed here to be married to you, as you arranged with me through Inez." His jaw dropped.
"Arranged with you through Inez! Mother of Heaven! what do you mean ?" "Mean ?" she answered--"I mean what I say.

Surely"-- and she rose in indignation--"you have never dared to try to play some new trick upon me ?" "Trick!" muttered Morella.

"What says the woman?
Is all this a dream, or am I mad ?" "A dream, I think.

Yes, it must be a dream, since certainly it was to no madman that I was wed last night.

Look," and she held before him that writing of marriage signed by the priest, by him, and by herself, which stated that Carlos, Marquis of Morella, was on such a date, at Granada, duly married to the Senora Elizabeth Dene of London in England.
He read it twice, then sank back gasping; while Betty hid away the parchment in her bosom.
Then presently he seemed to go mad indeed.