Oh! that I should live to be father-in-law to a peer of France! What would my poor wife say to it, if she could come to life again?
Oh, Thames!--my lord marquis, I mean--you have made me the happiest--the proudest of mankind." Not many days after this event, on a bright October morning, the bells rang a merry peal from the old gray tower of Willesden church.

All the village was assembled in the churchyard.

Young and old were dressed in their gayest apparel; and it was evident from the smiles that lighted up every countenance, from the roguish looks of the younger swains, and the demure expression of several pretty rustic maidens, that a ceremony, which never fails to interest all classes,--a wedding,--was about to take place.
At the gate opening upon the road leading to Dollis Hill were stationed William Morgan and John Dump.

Presently, two carriages dashed down the hill, and drew up before it.

From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be styled, the Marquis de Chatillon.