"Gone! whither?" cried Careless.
"That is more than I am able to inform your honour," replied the glover; "but you are not likely to see Mary again, since Master Gives has taken her way."
"'Sdeath! did she consent to go with him?"
"She could not very well refuse, seeing that she has become his wife," responded the glover.
"Amazement!" cried Careless. "I could not have believed she would wed him."
"No one expected it, though the marriage has been long talked of," said the glover. "But we think her grandam must have wrought upon Mary to consent—for she herself seemed wondrously reluctant. Be this as it may, and I cannot speak for certain, she and Urso were married by the Rev. Laban Foxe, an Independent minister, and soon after the ceremony—if ceremony it can be called—Urso and his bride, with the old dame, quitted Worcester."
Careless had heard enough, and strode away to hide his vexation.
[CHAPTER XIII.]
SHOWING HOW THE KING HAD FORTIFIED THE CITY.