“It’s a strange thing,” he said, “but Mr. John Temple would say nothing when he was questioned yesterday whether he was married to May or not; I suppose it’s all right about the register, and that sort of thing?”
“Certainly right!” exclaimed both sisters. “We saw it signed.”
“Still, I think I should like to have a look at it, so if you ladies will kindly tell me the name of the church and the clergyman—”
“With pleasure,” replied Miss Webster. “And now, Mr. Churchill, will you take some refreshments, and have a glass of wine to drink to the health of the young couple?”
Mr. Churchill accepted this hospitable offer, and shortly afterward took his leave. But scarcely was he gone when the sisters began to be afraid of what they had done.
“I am sure I hope we have done right in telling about the marriage,” said Miss Webster, looking at Miss Eliza for comfort.
“I am sure I hope so,” replied Miss Eliza, in an apprehensive tone.
“But you see he cast such aspersions on May?”
“It would have roused anyone to defend her—but still—”