Then the sexton and his daughter signed as witnesses.
The rector filled out a blank form, which he also signed and caused to be signed by the two witnesses.
This he put into an envelope and handed to the bride.
Then he bowed to both, as a signal that all the forms had been complied with, and they were at liberty to depart.
"What was that paper the minister gave you, my dearest love?" whispered Craven, as they left the church.
"It was the certificate of marriage which the minister usually—and very properly—gives to the newly-married woman," answered the bride.
"Oh, quite right, my angel!" replied the doomed bridegroom, as he tenderly put her into the cab and took his seat beside her.
And then he clasped her to his honest heart in an ecstasy of love and went off into the most extravagant rhapsodies about his happiness.