"So! Let it be done."
"Stay there by his side," Buscarlet said then to Urbaine, "upon your knees.--Take you her hand," to Martin.
And in whispered tones he commenced the marriage ceremony of the Huguenots as prescribed by their Church.
"Repeat after me that you take Urbaine Ducaire to be your wedded wife"
"Nay, nay," said Baville, interposing. "Nay, I had forgotten. Not that. Not that. The packet would have told what both must have learned ere they had been married elsewhere. Now I must tell it myself. Her name is not Urbaine Ducaire."
"Not Urbaine Ducaire?" all exclaimed, looking up at him. "Not Urbaine Ducaire?"
"Nay. Nor her father's Urbain Ducaire. Instead, this," and he produced hastily his tablets from his pocket and wrote on them for some few moments, muttering as he did so, "I knew it not till lately, until I communicated with those in Paris, though I suspected. Also," he repeated, "the packet would have told all."
Then, thrusting the tablets into the pastor's hands, while all around still gazed incredulously at him, he said aloud: "Marry her in those names and titles. Hers by right which none can dispute, and by the law of Richelieu passed through the Parliament of Paris in the last year of his life. The right of sole daughters where no male issue exists."
"These titles are lawfully hers?" Buscarlet asked, reading in astonishment that which Baville had written, while Urbaine clung closer still to her lover, wondering what further mystery surrounded her birth, and Martin, no light breaking in on him as yet, deeming Baville demented. "Lawfully hers?"
"Lawfully, absolutely hers. Proceed."