in his hand, whilst he pronounced the words after the rector, making oath to take Judith as his own. Then the same words were recited to her, for her to repeat in order after the priest. She began, she moved her lips, looked him pleadingly in the face, her head swam, the fog filled the whole church and settled between her and the rector. She felt nothing save the grip of Coppinger's hand, and sank unconscious to the ground.
"Go forward," said Cruel. Mr. Menaida and Aunt Dionysia caught Judith and held her up. She could neither speak nor stir. Her lips were unclosed, she seemed to be gasping for breath like one drowning.
"Go on," persisted Cruel, and holding her left hand he thrust the ring on her fourth finger, repeating the words of the formula.
"I cannot proceed," said the Reverend Desiderius.
"Then you will have to come again to-morrow."
"She is unconscious," objected the rector.
"It is momentary only," said Aunt Dionysia; "be quick and finish."
Mr. Mules hesitated a moment. He had no wish to return in like weather on another day; no wish again to be kept waiting five and twenty minutes. He rushed at the remainder of the office and concluded it at a hand gallop.
"Now," said he, "the registers are at the rectory. Come there."
Coppinger looked at Judith.
"Not to-day. It is not possible. She is ill—faint. To-morrow. Neither she nor I nor the witnesses will run away. We will come to you to-morrow."
Uncle Zachie offered to assist Judith from the church.
"No," said Cruel, peremptorily, "she is mine now."
She was able with assistance to walk, she seemed to recover for a moment in the air outside, but again lapsed into faintness on being placed in the chaise.
"To Pentyre Glaze," ordered Coppinger; "our home."
