'By heavens, we've found them.' 'Hush!' said Sam.

'The Vellingtons has gone to Doctors' Commons.' 'No,' said the little man.
'Yes, for a licence.' 'We're in time,' exclaimed Wardle.

'Show us the room; not a moment is to be lost.' 'Pray, my dear sir--pray,' said the little man; 'caution, caution.' He drew from his pocket a red silk purse, and looked very hard at Sam as he drew out a sovereign.
Sam grinned expressively.
'Show us into the room at once, without announcing us,' said the little man, 'and it's yours.' Sam threw the painted tops into a corner, and led the way through a dark passage, and up a wide staircase.

He paused at the end of a second passage, and held out his hand.
'Here it is,' whispered the attorney, as he deposited the money on the hand of their guide.
The man stepped forward for a few paces, followed by the two friends and their legal adviser.

He stopped at a door.
'Is this the room ?' murmured the little gentleman.
Sam nodded assent.
Old Wardle opened the door; and the whole three walked into the room just as Mr.Jingle, who had that moment returned, had produced the licence to the spinster aunt.
The spinster uttered a loud shriek, and throwing herself into a chair, covered her face with her hands.