When they were seated in it Craven Kyte ordered the cabman to drive to the rectory of St. ---- Church.
Half an hour's driving brought them to their destination.
When the cab drew up to the door of the house, Craven was about to alight, when Mary Grey stopped him.
"Wait," she said.
And taking from her card-case a pencil and a blank card, she wrote upon it the name:
"Mr. Alden Lytton."
"Send that in," she said, handing the card to the bewildered young man.
Craven Kyte took it, looked at it attentively, and then exclaimed:
"Why, that is exactly like Mr. Lytton's own handwriting! If I had not seen you write it I should have taken it to be his autograph."
"Should you? So much the better. But never mind that now. Go and do as I told you."
He alighted immediately and went up to the door of the house. He rang the bell, and sent in the card by the servant who answered it.
After the lapse of a few moments the servant came back with a very favorable message.
Craven Kyte returned to the cab and whispered:
"Mr. Borden is at home and will see us. Come."
And he assisted her to alight.
And they went into the rectory, and were shown by a servant into the study of the rector.
Mary Grey courtesied to the gray-haired, dignified clergyman, who arose to receive her; but she kept her veil down as she took her seat in the chair he placed for her.
Craven Kyte then drew the reverend gentleman aside and spoke to him in a low voice.
Mr. Borden nodded and nodded as the speaker proceeded.
When he had finished speaking, the rector inquired:
"Both of legal age?"
"Both of more than legal age, and both quite independent of others,"
answered Craven Kyte.
"I merely asked the question because in cases of this kind I prefer that the parties should be of legal age; though were they minors I should feel it to be my duty to marry them all the same, because, I think, when a youth and maiden run away with each other the best thing a Christian minister can do for them is to tie them together for life."
"I am a bachelor of twenty-two years of age, and my chosen wife is a widow of twenty-one. We take this simple method of getting married for economy and convenience, and for no other reason; for there is no one in the world who has either the power or the will to prevent us," said Craven Kyte.
"Very well, Mr. Lytton; I am ready to wait on you. I prefer, however, to solemnize marriage in the church, when possible. There must be witnesses also. And if you have none at hand the sexton and some members of his family can serve."
Craven Kyte winced at the prospect of all these formalities.
"I thought that in the Quaker City marriage was a matter of less form,"
he said.
"Yes, among the Quakers; but even they must have witnesses. If you and the lady will go into the church I will join you there in a few minutes.
You will find the doors open and the sexton in the building, preparing for the usual Friday afternoon service," said the rector.
And Craven Kyte again offered his arm to his companion and led her out of the rectory and into the church.
It was evident from all signs that the interior had just been swept out.
And an old man and a young woman, whom Craven Kyte and his companion rightly guessed to be the sexton and the sexton's daughter, were busily engaged in dusting the pews.
Craven Kyte and Mary Grey sat down upon a front seat before the altar to wait until the rector should make his appearance.
Mr. Borden did not keep them long in suspense. He soon entered, dressed in his surplice, and took his place within the chancel.
The candidates for matrimony advanced and stood before him.
He beckoned the sexton and the sexton's daughter to draw near and stand as witnesses.
And they came up, dusting-brushes in hand, and stood staring while the ceremony was performed.
After the preliminary exhortation and prayers the important questions were put:
"Will you, Alden, take Mary to be your wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony?" and so forth, and so forth, and so forth.
To which Craven Kyte, turning pale at his own unwilling duplicity in answering to a false name, replied:
"I will."
"Will you, Mary, take Alden to be your wedded husband?" and so forth, and so forth.
To which Mary Grey answered firmly:
"I will."
And the ring was placed upon her finger. And her marriage vows were solemnly repeated, the last prayer said, and the benediction pronounced.
It was all over.
"Those whom God hath joined together let no man put asunder."
The newly-married pair were about to turn from the altar, when the rector said:
"Come with me into the vestry for a moment."