"Faith, Missy, that's ill luck--a wisht thing to do indeed! Put un off, like a gude maid, for theer 's many a wise sayin' 'gainst it." "What's her done?" asked Billy anxiously. "Luke 'pon her weddin' finger. 'Tis poor speed to put un on 'fore her lard an' master do it, at the proper moment ordained by Scripture." "If she hasn't! Take un off, Miss Phoebe, do!" begged Mr. Blee, in real trepidation; and the miller likewise commanded his daughter to remove her wedding-ring. "An auld wife's tale, but, all the same, shouldn't be theer till you 'm a married woman," he said. Thus challenged, the way was made smooth as possible for the young wife. She went over to her father, walked close to him, and put her plump little hand with its shining addition upon his shoulder. "Faither dear, I be a married woman. I had to tell lies and play false, but't was to you an' Mr. Grimbal I've been double, not to my husband that is. I was weak, and I've been punished sore, but--" "Why, gal alive! what rigmarole 's this? Married--ay, an' so you shall be, in gude time. You 'm light-headed, lass, I do b'lieve. But doan't fret, I'll have Doctor--" "Hear me," she said, almost roughly. "I kept my word--my first sacred word--to Will. I loved him, an' none else but him; an' 'tis done--I've married him this marnin', for it had to be, an' theer's the sign an' token of it I've brought along with me." She drew the copy of the register from her pocket, opened it with trembling fingers, set it before Mr. Lyddon, and waited for him to speak. But it was some time before he found words or wind to do so. Literally the fact had taken his breath. A curious expression, more grin than frown--an expression beyond his control in moments of high emotion--wrinkled his eyelids, stretched his lips, and revealed the perfect double row of his false teeth. His hand went forward to the blue paper now lying before him, then the fingers stopped half way and shook in the air. Twice he opened his mouth, but only a sharp expiration, between a sigh and a bark, escaped. "My God, you've shook the sawl of un!" cried Billy, starting forward, but the miller with an effort recovered his self-possession, scanned the paper, dropped it, and lifted up his voice in lamentation. "True--past altering--'t is a thing done! May God forgive you for this wicked deed, Phoebe Lyddon--I'd never have b'lieved it of 'e--never--not if an angel had tawld me. My awn that was, and my awnly one! My darter, my soft-eyed gal, the crown of my grey hairs, the last light of my life!" "I pray you'll come to forgive me in time, dear faither. I doan't ax 'e to yet a while. I had to do it--a faithful promise. 'T was for pure love, faither; I lied for him--lied even to you; an' my heart 's been near to breakin' for 'e these many days; but you'd never have listened if I'd told 'e."