"I say," said Leicester, as the carriage drew near the church, "let us pull down these confounded blinds. I don't want to be gaped at by the crowd."
"There's sure to be a crowd?"
"Sure to be. I suppose Mr. Castlemaine has invited nearly two hundred guests. Besides, Miss Castlemaine is so well known that the whole neighbourhood will be at the church doors."
When the carriage drew close to the church, Winfield pulled the curtain aside sufficiently to look out. He noticed that the church gates were locked and that there were no signs of a wedding, save that a number of people looked wonderingly and disappointedly at the closed gates, and the closed doors beyond.
"What's the matter?" asked Leicester, who noticed the look on Winfield's face.
"Was everything right last night, Leicester?"
"Everything. Why do you ask?"
"Because—well, look out for yourself and see."
Leicester looked at the church. The front gates were locked, the church doors were locked. A number of people stood around talking.
A strange look came into Leicester's eyes. His heart became like lead.