“‘Then we will take a written form. Just write that on this day, in this place, you have united in marriage, Luigi Saviola, of Naples, Italy, and Elfrida Glennon, of Northumberland, England. Sign it yourself, as the minister, and allow me to sign it as a witness. It would also be better, too, if you could call in some member of your family to sign as a second witness. I think I have seen the young woman who let us in peeping through the door through the whole performance. Please call her as a second witness.’ “The old man sighed and sat down to the table where his stationery lay, and wrote out the certificate. “Anglesea read it critically, expressed himself satisfied, affixed his signature as witness, and then put the pen in the hand of the maid, who had been called in for the purpose, and who now scrawled her name under that of Anglesea. “And it was finished.” CHAPTER XXIX AFTER THE MARRIAGE “We took leave of the old minister, who shook hands warmly with us at parting, repeating his benediction. “We returned to the hotel, where Anglesea paid the bill and reclaimed our bags. “Then we went to the station, where we had to wait some little time for the London train. “It came up about nine o’clock. We entered it and were off to London. The daylight journey was even more pleasant than our festive night ride. I, who had been so confined all my life, could see the beautiful and varied scenery—the lakes and mountains of Northumberland; the moors and forests of Yorkshire; the castles, country seats, hamlets and farmhouses along the way. And to me all this was novel and delightful. “We reached London at nightfall. And there we parted with Anglesea, who returned to Brighton to rejoin his friends the Middlemoors. “As we were really very tired with our twenty-four hours of travel, without sleep, we went to the Norfolk Hotel for the night. “The next day we spent in seeing some of the sights of London, which I had never seen, and which, of course, filled me with wonder and interest—indeed, all my life since I had left Weirdwaste was marvelously changed and enlarged, even as if I were born in a new world. “The next morning we took the tidal train from London Bridge and went down to Dover to meet the Calais boat. “‘We will spend a month in Paris, my soul,’ said Luigi to me, as we entered the train—‘a full month, no less, my life.’ “‘But have you not to go immediately to Italy?’ I inquired. “‘Oh, no; I am recalled—that is, I am permitted to return, not commanded to do so,’ he explained. “‘Oh, then I misunderstood you.’ “‘Yes,’ he said. “‘And your estates, dear Luigi. Are they restored to you?’ I next inquired, without one mercenary thought in my heart. “‘Yes,’ he replied, with a curious smile. ‘Such as they are, my love and life, they are restored to me.’ “‘What do you mean?’ I questioned.