“I must see Miss Carden directly.”
“Step in, sir; she won't be long now.”
Dr. Amboyne walked into the dining-room, and saw it adorned with a wealth of flowers, and the wedding-breakfast set out with the usual splendor; but there was nobody there; and immediately an uneasy suspicion crossed his mind.
He came out into the passage, and found Lally there.
“Are they gone to the church?”
“They are,” said Lally, with consummate coolness.
“You Irish idiot!” roared the doctor, “why couldn't you tell me that before?” And, notwithstanding his ungainly figure, he ran down the road, shouting, like a Stentor, to his receding cabman.
“Bekase I saw that every minute was goold,” said Lally, as soon as he was out of hearing.
The cabman, like most of his race, was rather deaf and a little blind, and Dr. Amboyne was much heated and out of breath before he captured him. He gasped out, “To St. Peter's Church, for your life!”
It was rather down-hill this time, and about a mile off.