However, there was a goodly procession formed behind Wolfgang and his bride; and by the time they reached the church, they had near a hundred followers.
The church was splendidly illuminated; the old banners of the old knights glittered as they do at Drury Lane.

The organ set up of itself to play the "Bridesmaid's Chorus." The choir-chairs were filled with people in black.
"Come, love," said the pale lady.
"I don't see the parson," exclaimed Wolfgang, spite of himself rather alarmed.
"Oh, the parson! that's the easiest thing in the world! I say, bishop!" said the lady, stooping down.
Stooping down--and to what?
Why, upon my word and honor, to a great brass plate on the floor, over which they were passing, and on which was engraven the figure of a bishop--and a very ugly bishop, too--with crosier and mitre, and lifted finger, on which sparkled the episcopal ring.

"Do, my dear lord, come and marry us," said the lady, with a levity which shocked the feelings of her bridegroom.
The bishop got up; and directly he rose, a dean, who was sleeping under a large slate near him, came bowing and cringing up to him; while a canon of the cathedral (whose name was Schidnischmidt) began grinning and making fun at the pair.

The ceremony was begun, and.

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