To these a white silk mask, completely hiding my face, was added, and I was led forth by my masked bridegroom into another apartment, and stood face to face with a portly, reverend gentleman of most clerical aspect and most alarmed face.

I thought he had a familiar look, but in the confusion of such a moment I could not place him.

I know him now, though--it was the Reverend Raymond Rashleigh, of St.
Pancras'.

I've heard him preach dozens of times." "How came he to lend himself to such an irregular proceeding ?" "By force, as I did.

He was carried off in much the same fashion, and scared pretty nearly out of his wits--married us to get free--like me again.