"Take your wife down to the vestry." Cardo drew her hand through his arm, and at the word "wife," pressed it gently to his side, looking smilingly down at the blushing face beside him.

When they reached the vestry, whose outer wall in the old tower was lying crumbling on the grass outside, while the two young men chatted freely with the bride and bridegroom, they were joined by Gwynne Ellis, carrying an old and time-worn book under his arm.
Cardo gasped, "I never thought of the register; it is kept in the new church! Is it absolutely necessary, Ellis?
What shall we do?
What have you there ?" "Why, the old register, of course! I furraged it out last night from that old iron chest inside the altar rails.

There is another there, going back to the last century, I should think.

I must have a look at them; they will be interesting." "Ellis, you are a friend in need," said Cardo.

"I had never thought of this part of the ceremony." "No, be thankful you had a cool and collected head to guide you.