"Yes," Mrs. Lancaster assented, her thoughts drifting away.
He watched her keenly, and next moment began again.
"I heard she had got hold of Mr. Rimmon's name and declares that he married us."
Mrs. Lancaster returned to the present, and he went on:
"I don't know how she got hold of it. I suppose his being the fashionable preacher, or his name being in the papers frequently, suggested the idea. But if you have any doubt on the subject, ask him."
Mrs. Lancaster looked assent.
"Here--Having heard the story, and thinking it might be as well to stop it at once, I wrote to Mr. Rimmon to give me a statement to set the matter at rest, and I have it in my pocket." He took from his pocket-book a letter and spread it before Mrs. Lancaster. It read:
"DEAR MR. WICKERSHAM: I am sorry you are being annoyed. I cannot imagine that you should need any such statement as you request. The records of marriages are kept in the proper office here. Any one who will take the trouble to inspect those records will see that I have never made any such report. This should be more than sufficient.
"I feel sure this will answer your purpose.
"Yours sincerely,
"W.H. RIMMON."
"I think that settles the matter," said Wickersham, with his eyes on her face.
"It would seem so," said Mrs. Lancaster, gravely.