"Those between my grand--between Daniel Dolphin and Phyllis Rose."
"Will the individual who has forbidden these banns of marriage meet me in the vestry at the end of the service?" said the clergyman. Then he proceeded.
In the vestry he asked me for particulars.
"In the first place," I answered, "Mr. Dolphin is not a bachelor at all. He is married. He has been married three times."
"D' you mean to say that mere boy's been married three times?"
"It's the solemn truth."
"No wife alive, I trust?"
"Oh, no--the last died sixty years ago--at least--that is----"
"Woman," said the pastor sternly, "what do you mean? Mr. Dolphin came to see me himself. He is twenty, so he says, but does not look that. You have told me a transparent lie. Do you know Mr. Dolphin?"
"Know him! He's my grandfather."