"I was married this morning," he said at length with an air of explanation.
"Wish ye joy.

Saltash maid ?" "Widow.

Name of Sarah Treleaven." "Why that's my sister!" exclaimed Mr.Jope.
"Is it ?" The round-faced man took the news without apparent surprise or emotion.

"Well, I'm married to her, any way." "Monstrous fine woman," Mr.Jope observed cheerfully.
"Ay; she's all that.

It seems like a dream.