Their names are Sarah Grant and John Jones." Pens, ink and paper were placed before him.

Mr.Rashleigh essayed to write, as well as his trembling fingers would allow him, and handed a smeared and blotted document to the bridegroom.
"You will enter this marriage on your register, Mr.Rashleigh," said the man.

"I am very much obliged to you.

Pray accept this for your trouble." _This_ was a glistening rouleau of gold.

Mr.Rashleigh liked gold, and in spite of his trepidation, managed to put it in his pocket.
"Now, my dear," the happy man said, turning to the little white bride, "you and Sarah had better retire.