Lord Chandos laughed aloud.
"You will forget everything of that kind," he said, "when you see Leone."
And the two friends parted, mutually dissatisfied.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE PROPHECY.
"A very impatient young man," said the good old vicar. "No man in his senses would want to be married before ten in the morning. I call it unchristian."
Good old Mr. Barnes had been roused from his early slumbers by the announcement that the young man had come to be married.
Married, while the early morning sun was shining, and the birds singing their morning hymn.
He was almost blind, this good old vicar, who had lived so long at Oheton. He was very deaf, and could hardly hear, but then he did not require very keen sight or hearing at Oheton; there was never more than one marriage in a year, and funerals were very rare; but to be called before nine in the morning to perform the marriage ceremony was something unheard of. He had duly announced the bans, and no one had taken the least notice of them; but to come so early, it was positively cruel.