"Drive to Lupton House ?" he echoed.

The more he saw of this odd wedding, the less he understood of it.

It seemed to the placid old gentleman that he was fallen among a parcel of Bedlamites.

"Surely, sir, it is for Mistress Wilding to say whither she will be driven," and he drew in his head and turned to Ruth for her commands.

But, bewildered herself, she had none to give him.