“Out of the way, fellow! You are drunk, and richly deserve to be sent to prison. There is no such person here. Out of the way, I say, or I shall give you in charge!” exclaimed the baronet, losing all patience. “Pardon me, Sir Parke, but I must execute my warrant,” persisted the man; then stepping forward, and laying his hand upon the shoulder of the bride, he said: “Estelle L’Orient, I arrest you in the king’s name; you are my prisoner.” “_Sirrah!_” thundered Sir Parke, striding forward and striking off from his daughter’s shoulder the desecrating hand of the policeman: “Are you frantic?—have you the least idea of what sacrilege means?—do you know what you are about?” “Perfectly well, Sir Park Morelle. I am about to take this lady into custody,” said the officer, approaching his prisoner. “Begone, fellow, or by Heaven! mad or drunk, you shall dearly rue your mistake.” “_Sir Parke Morelle mistakes_; but he will not resist his majesty’s warrant,” said the man, drawing the instrument from his pocket; and, while the crowd pressed closer around in amazement and wonder, Sir Parke stood the picture of incredulous astonishment and rage; and Lord Montressor, with corrugated brow and compressed lips, continued to support the form of Estelle, who now stood with clasped hands, white face, and stony eyes, gazing upon the figure of the Frenchman as upon that of a phantom raised from the dead—the policeman unfolded and read the warrant. COUNTY OF DEVON.—To the Constable of Hyde and all other peace-officers in the said county of Devon: Forasmuch as Gabrielle L’Orient, widow, now in this said county, hath this day made information and complaint upon oath before me, George Bannerman, one of his majesty’s justices of the peace in and for the said county, that Estelle L’Orient, of the said county, on this Thursday of the first instant, at the parish church of the parish of Hyde, feloniously intermarried with George Charles, Lord Viscount Montressor, in and during the life of her husband, Victoire L’Orient, now living in these realms—these are, therefore, to command you, in his majesty’s name forthwith to apprehend and bring before me, or some other of his majesty’s justices of the peace in and of the said county, the body of the said Estelle L’Orient, to answer unto the said complaint, and to be further dealt with according to law. Herein fail you not at your peril. Given under my hand and seal, this first day of May, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and ——. Signed, GEORGE BANNERMAN. The officer finished the reading, folded the document, returned it to his breast-coat pocket, and stood for a while waiting. No one, who had not seen, could imagine the consternation that held the assembled crowd in a trance of breathless silence. Sir Parke Morelle was the first to break the fearful spell.