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Nicholas implored; but nothing would turn that obstinate rector. She sat down and reflected. By-and-by she confronted Mr. Bealand. 'Our marriage is not to be this morning, I see, she said. 'Now grant me one favour, and in return I'll promise you to do nothing rashly. Do not tell my father a word of what has happened here. 'I agree if you undertake not to elope.
Bealand, and turning again to Christine, 'Does your father know of this? 'Is it necessary that I should answer that question, Mr. Bealand? 'I am afraid it is highly necessary. Christine began to look concerned. 'Where is the licence? the rector asked; 'since there have been no banns. Nicholas produced it, Mr.
Bealand read it, an operation which occupied him several minutes or at least he made it appear so; till Christine said impatiently, 'We are quite ready, Mr. Bealand. Will you proceed? Mr. Long has to take a journey of a great many miles to-day. 'And you? 'No. I remain. Mr. Bealand assumed firmness. 'There is something wrong in this, he said. 'I cannot marry you without your father's presence.
How can I meet acquaintances, when I don't know what they are thinking of me? 'Then, dear Christine, let us mend the muddle. I'll go away for a few days and get another licence, and you can come to me. She shrank from this perceptibly. 'I cannot screw myself up to it a second time, she said. 'I am sure I cannot! Besides, I promised Mr. Bealand.
Somebody in the village told one of the servants, I believe. This man said that he was crossing the churchyard early on that unfortunate foggy morning, and heard voices in the chancel, and peeped through the window as well as the dim panes would let him; and there he saw you and me and Mr. Bealand, and so on; but thinking his surmises would be dangerous knowledge, he hastened on.
They went up the aisle together, the bottle-green glass of the old lead quarries admitting but little light at that hour, and under such an atmosphere. They stood by the altar-rail in silence, Christine's skirt visibly quivering at each beat of her heart. Presently a quick step ground upon the gravel, and Mr. Bealand came round by the front.
But in truth he was surprised, the keen interest taken by many country young women at the present day in church decoration and festivals being then unknown. 'Good morning, he said; and repeated the same words to Nicholas more mechanically. 'Good morning, she replied gravely. 'Mr. Bealand, I have a serious reason for asking you to meet me us, I may say. We wish you to marry us.
It runs in the blood of us, I suppose. She alluded to a fact unknown to her lover, the clandestine marriage of an aunt under circumstances somewhat similar to the present. In a few minutes she had penned the following note: October 13, 183-. DEAR MR. BEALAND Can you make it convenient to yourself to meet me at the Church to-morrow morning at eight?
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