'Come to be married, has he? Who was he going to be married to?'
'Miss Angela Faithful,' said Jones.
'O come, that won't do, you know,' said the sexton, with a glance at Isaac's tall but ungainly figure; 'you're not going to gammon me. It's true she was married this morning, and a pretty young woman she is, and dressed very handsome too'——
'Yes,' Isaac broke in; 'and where did the money for it come from?'
'I didn't ask her, and she didn't tell me,' returned the man, half cross, yet half amused.
'You must have made some mistake, my friend,' said Jones. 'To whom was the young lady married?'
'I didn't hear his surname; but he was married in the name of Herbert.'
'That is her brother!' cried Isaac and Jones together.
'Ah, well; they're husband and wife too, now—a sort of double relationship, you see. But I can't wait here while you take your fun off me no longer,' the sexton continued. 'So here goes.' With that he locked the door and walked away.
'Stay!' cried Jones; 'we are not making fun of you; the matter is far too serious. Where can we find the clergyman who married them?'