Hers is Mary; mine is Ernest.

Do you understand ?" "Yes, yes!" responded Mr.Rashleigh, quaking with unutterable terror.
Oh! was this a dreadful nightmare, induced by a too luxurious dinner, or was it a horrible reality?
"And you are ready to perform the ceremony?
to ask no questions?
to marry us, and be gone ?" "Yes, yes, yes! Oh, good heavens!" groaned the Reverend Raymond: "am I asleep or awake ?" "Very well, then," said this dreadful man in the mask; "I will go for the bride.

She is Mary, remember; I am Ernest I will return in a moment." He quitted the room.

Mr.Rashleigh stared helplessly about him, in a pitiable state of terror and bewilderment.

The room was large, well, even elegantly, furnished, with nothing at all remarkable about, its elegance; such another as Mr.Rashleigh's own drawing-room at home.