He was evidently a servant, and his master beckoned him.
"Call Mrs.Jerrolds, Williams," he said.
"What is your name ?" he asked Maria, who was sobbing more wildly than ever.
"Her name is Maria Edgham," replied Gladys, "and his is Wollaston Lee.

They both live in Edgham." "How old are you ?" the clergyman asked of Wollaston; but Gladys cut in again.
"He's nineteen, and she's goin' on," she replied, shamelessly.
"We are neither of us," began Wollaston, whose mind was in a whirl of anger of confusion.
But the clergyman interrupted him.

"I am ashamed of you, young man," he said, "luring an innocent young girl to New York and then trying to lie out of your responsibility." "I am not," began Wollaston again; but then the man who had stood in the door entered with a portly woman in a black silk tea-gown.

She looked as if she had been dozing, or else was naturally slow-witted.
Her eyes, under heavy lids, were dull; her mouth had a sleepy, although good-natured pout, like a child's, between her fat cheeks.
"I am sorry to trouble you, Mrs.Jerrolds," said the clergyman, "but I need you and Williams for witnesses." Then he proceeded.
Neither Wollaston nor Maria were ever very clear in their minds how it was done.

Both had thought marriage was a more complicated proceeding.