Mrs. Carr was shown out, and Mr. Fauntleroy called in his managing clerk. "Kenneth," said he, "let the Carr cause be completed for counsel; and when the brief's ready, I'll look over it to refresh my memory. Send Omer down to St. James the Less, to take a copy of the marriage." "I thought Omer brought a copy," observed Mr. Kenneth. "No; I don't think so. It will save going again if he did. Ask him." Mr. Kenneth returned to the clerks' office. "Omer, did you bring a copy of the marriage in the case, Carr _v._ Carr, when you searched the register at St. James's church?" he demanded. "No," replied Omer. "Then why did you not?" "I had no orders, sir. Mr. Fauntleroy only told me to look whether such an entry was there." "Then you must go now----What's that you are about? Winter's settlement? Why, you have had time to finish that twice over." "I have been out all the morning with that writ," pleaded Omer, "and could not get to serve it at last. Pretty well three hours I was standing in the passage next his house, waiting for him to come out, and the wind whistling my head off all the time." Mr. Kenneth vouchsafed no response to this; but he would not disturb the clerk again from Winter's deed. He ordered another, Mr. Green, to go to St. James's church for the copy, and threw him half-a-crown to pay for it. Young Mr. Green did not relish the mission, and thought himself barbarously used in being sent upon it, inasmuch as that he was an articled clerk and a gentleman, not a paid nobody. "Trapesing through the weather all down to that St. James's!" muttered he, as he snatched his hat and greatcoat. It struck three o'clock before he came back. "Where's Kenneth?" asked he, when he entered. "In the governor's room. You can go in." Mr. Green did go in, and Mr. Kenneth broke out into anger. "You have taken your time!" "I couldn't come quicker," was Mr. Green's reply. "I had to look all through the book. The marriage is not there." "It is thrift to send you upon an errand," retorted Mr. Kenneth. "You have not been searching." "I have done nothing else but search since I left. If the entry had been there, Mr. Kenneth, I should have been back in no time. It is not exactly a day to stop for pleasure in a mouldy old church that's colder than charity, or to amuse oneself in the streets." Mr. Fauntleroy looked up from his desk. "The entry is there, Green: you have overlooked it." "Sir, I assure you that the entry is not there," repeated Mr. Green. "I looked very carefully." "Call in Omer," said Mr. Fauntleroy. "You saw the entry of Robert Carr's marriage to Martha Ann Hughes?" he continued, when Omer appeared. "Yes, sir." "You are sure of it?" "Certainly, sir. I saw it and read it." "You hear, Mr. Green. You have overlooked it." "If Omer can find it there, I'll do his work for a week," retorted young Green. "I will pledge you my veracity, sir----"