“Certainly,” replied Mrs. Dupont, in a constrained tone, for she was deeply hurt at Mr. Ellerton’s words and manner. “But do you think the marriage is legal?”
“I don’t see how it can be, for they are under age; but I assure you there will be no trouble about the matter.”
“Can we not see a lawyer to-night, and get his advice about the matter? I should feel much relieved to have it settled at once.”
“I don’t think it is necessary; still, if you desire it, I will drive to Lawyer Leonard’s office, and talk it over with him.”
“Do, if you please, for I shall not rest easy until I know beyond a doubt,” replied Mrs. Dupont, nervously.
Without a word Mr. Ellerton took his hat and left the house.
He drove directly to the office of his friend, Squire Leonard, where he remained nearly an hour, and when he came out the lawyer was with him, and he looked moody and anxious. They entered the buggy and drove back to Mrs. Dupont’s.
Mr. Ellerton introduced the lawyer, and then sat down, stern and silent.
Mr. Leonard questioned and cross-questioned the children, making them relate over again every particular of their trip.
He could find no flaw anywhere. The irrevocable words were pronounced, and the ceremony was legal in every particular except that the children were under age. The certificate was made out without an error, and it seemed as if every precaution had been taken against proving the marriage null and void.