In little more than five minutes the cab rattled up to the church door.
Dr. Amboyne got out, told the man to wait, and entered the church with a rapid step.
Before he had gone far up the center aisle, he stopped.
Mr. Coventry and Grace Carden were coming down the aisle together in wedding costume, the lady in her bridal veil.
They were followed by the bridemaids.
Dr. Amboyne stared, and stepped aside into an open pew to let them pass.
They swept by; he looked after them, and remained glued to his seat till the church was clear of the procession.
He went into the vestry, and found the curate there.
“Are that couple really married, sir?” said he.
The curate looked amazed. “As fast as I can make them,” said he, rather flippantly.