engrossed in meditations such as these, i was fetched earthward by the clicking of a lock, and, turning, saw the door beneath her balcony unclose and afford egress to a slender and hooded figure. my amazement was considerable and my felicity beyond rhetoric.
"dorothy—!" i whispered.
"come!" was her response; and her finger-tips rested upon my arm the while that she guided me toward the gateway opening into jervis lane. i followed with a trepidation you may not easily conceive; nor was this diminished when i found awaiting us a post-chaise, into which my angel hastily tripped.
i babbled i know not what inarticulate nonsense. but, "heavens!" she retorted, "d'ye mean to keep the parson waiting all night?"
this was her answer, then. well, 'twas more than i could have hoped for, though to a man of any sensibility this summary disposal of our love-affair could not but vaguely smack of the distasteful. say what you will, every gentleman has about him somewhere a tincture of that venerable and artless age when wives were taken by capture and were retained by force; he prefers to have the lady hold off until the very last; and properly, her tongue must sound defiance long after melting eyes have signalled that the traitorous heart of her, like an anatomical tarpeia, is ready to betray the citadel and yield the treasury of her charms.
nevertheless, i stepped into the vehicle. the postilion was off in a twinkling, as the saying is, over the roughest road in england. conversation was impossible, for dorothy and i were jostling like two pills in a box; and as the first observation i attempted resulted in a badly bitten tongue, i prudently held my peace.
this endured for, perhaps, a quarter of an hour, at the end of which period the post-chaise on a sudden stopped, and i assisted my companion to alight. before us was a villa of considerable dimension, and situate, so far as i could immediately detect, in the midst of a vast and desolate moor; there was no trace of human habitation within the radius of the eye; and the house itself presented not a glimpse of tenancy or illumination.
"o lord, madam—" i began.
"hasten!" spoke a voice from within the parsonage. and dorothy drew me toward a side door, overhung with ivy, where, sure enough, a dim light burned, 'twas but a solitary candle stuck upon a dresser at the remoter end of a large and low-ceiled apartment; and in this flickering obscurity we found a tremulous parson in full canonicals, who had united our hands and gabbled half-way through the marriage service before i had the slightest notion of what was befalling me.
and such is the unreasonable disposition of mankind that the attainment of my most ardent desires aroused a feeling not altogether unakin to irritation. this skulking celerity, this hole-and-corner business, i thought, was in ill-accord with the respect due to a sacrament; and i could have wished my marriage to have borne a less striking resemblance to the conference of three thieves in a cellar. but 'twas over in two twos. within scantier time than it takes to tell of it, francis and dorothy were made one, and i had turned to salute my wife.
she gave a shriek of intolerable anguish. "heavens!" said she, "i have married the wrong man!"
