She was full of the vulgar shrewdness of a degenerate race, for the old acumen of that race had sharpened her wits.
"What! in Heaven's name ?" cried Wollaston.
The three had been slowly walking along, and had stopped near a church, which was lighted.

As they were talking the lights went out.
A thin stream of people ceased issuing from the open doors.

A man in a clerical dress approached them, walking quite rapidly.

He was evidently bound, from the trend of his steps, to a near-by house, which was his residence.
"Git married," said Gladys, abruptly.

Then, before the others realized what she was doing, she darted in front of the approaching clergyman.