Neither was entirely sure of having said anything.
Indeed, Wollaston was afterwards quite positive that Gladys Mann answered nearly all the clergyman's questions; but at all events, the first thing he heard distinctly was the clergyman's pronouncing him and Maria man and wife.

Then the clergyman, who was zealous to the point of fanaticism, and who honestly considered himself to have done an exceedingly commendable thing, invited them to have some wedding-cake, which he kept ready for such emergencies, and some coffee, but Wollaston replied with a growl of indignation and despair.

This time Maria followed his almost brutally spoken command to follow him, and the three went out of the house.
"See that you treat your wife properly, young man," the clergyman called out after him, in a voice half jocular, half condemnatory, "or there will be trouble." Wollaston growled an oath, the first which he had ever uttered, under his breath, and strode on.

He had released his hold on Maria's arm.
Ahead of them, a block distant, was an Elevated station, and Maria, who seemed to suddenly recover her faculties, broke into a run for it.
"Where be you goin' ?" called out Gladys.
"I am going down to the Jersey City station, quick," replied Maria, in a desperate voice.
"I thought you'd go to a hotel.

There ain't no harm, now you're married, you know," said Gladys, "and then we could have some supper.
I'm awful hungry.