"I attend your lordship. She is downstairs. Take a little more ale to clear your head: you will remember then." The young man drank again. The beer mounted to his brain, I suppose, because he laughed and straightened himself. "Why, I am a man again. An appointment? No, Doctor, hang me if all the beer in your cellar will make me remember any appointment! Where is Sir Miles? He might tell me something about it. Curse all punch, I say. Yet, if the lady be downstairs, as you say, I suppose I must have made some sort of appointment. Let me see her, at any rate. It will be easy to--to----" here he reeled, and caught hold of the Doctor's hand. What a crime! What a terrible wicked thing was this which we did--my uncle and I! I heard the steps on the stairs; I might have run away; the door was before me; but I was afraid. Yes, I was afraid. My uncle had made me fear him more than I feared the laws of my God; or, since that is hardly true, he made me fear him so much that I forgot the laws of my God, I did not run away, but I waited with a dreadful fluttering of my heart. I held my hood, drawn over my head, with my left hand, so that only my eyes were visible, and so I kept it all the time. I saw in the door the most splendid young man I had ever seen; he was richly dressed, though his coat and ruffles showed some disorder, in crimson coat and sash, with flowered silk waistcoat, and sword whose hilt gleamed with jewels. His cheek was flushed and his eyes had a fixed and glassy look; the Doctor led him, or rather half supported him. Was this young man to be my husband? Roger must have been watching outside, for now he came in and locked the door behind him. Then he drew out his greasy Prayer-book, standing by his lordship, ready to support him if necessary. "So," he said, "this is the sweetest girl in all England--hang me if I remember! Look up, my girl: let me see thy face. How can I tell unless I see thy face?" "Silence!" said the Doctor in a voice of command. I know not what strange power he possessed, but at the sound of his voice the young man became suddenly silent and looked about the room, as if wondering. For myself, I knew that I was to be married to him; but why? what did it mean? The Doctor had begun the service. My bridegroom seemed to understand nothing, looking stupidly before him. Roger read the responses. The Doctor did not hurry; he read the exhortation, the prayers, the Psalms, through slowly and with reverence; other Fleet parsons scrambled through the service; the Doctor alone knew what was due to the Church; he read the service as a clergyman who respects the service ought to read. "Wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife?" The man Roger gave the dazed bridegroom a jog in the ribs. "Say 'I will,'" he whispered loudly. "I will," said the young man. "Wilt thou," the Doctor turned to me, "have this man to thy wedded husband?" Roger nodded to me. "Say 'I will,'" he admonished me.