It strikes me, however, I should
like to find out my husband first."
"Finish your story. You married this masked man?"
"Yes; that very night, about midnight, we were married. Sarah came to me
early in the evening, and told me to be ready, that the clergyman would
be there, and that I was to be wedded under my Christian name, Mary,
alone. I still wore the wedding-robes in which I was to have been made
Lady Trajenna. To these a white silk mask, completely hiding my face,
was added, and I was led forth by my masked bridegroom into another
apartment, and stood face to face with a portly, reverend gentleman of
most clerical aspect and most alarmed face. I thought he had a familiar
look, but in the confusion of such a moment I could not place him. I
know him now, though--it was the Reverend Raymond Rashleigh, of St.
Pancras'. I've heard him preach dozens of times."
"How came he to lend himself to such an irregular proceeding?"
"By force, as I did. He was carried off in much the same fashion, and
scared pretty nearly out of his wits--married us to get free--like me
again.
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