George laughed. 'Near it,' said he, 'but not quite what I mean. The missing word will be told when we are on our honeymoon.' In this way the matter was arranged, and Mab, as Miss Bosvile, was married to Captain Pendle on the self-same day, at the self-same hour, that Lucy became Lady Brace. If some remarks were made on the name inscribed in the register of the cathedral, few people paid any attention to them, and those who did received from Miss Whichello the same skilful explanation as she had given the young couple. Moreover, as Mother Jael was not present to make inquiries, and as Mrs Pansey had not the courage to hint at scandal, the matter died a natural death. But when the honeymoon was waning, Mab reminded George of his promise to supply the missing word. 'Is it goose?' she asked playfully. 'No, my sweetest, although it ought to be!' replied George, pinching his wife's pretty ear. 'It is Mab Pendle!' and he kissed her. Brisk Dr Graham was at the double wedding, in his most amiable and least cynical mood. He congratulated the bishop and Mrs Pendle, shook hands warmly with the bridegroom, and just as warmly--on the basis of a life-long friendship--kissed the brides. Also, after the wedding breakfast--at which he made the best speech--he had an argument with Baltic about his penal conception of Christianity. The ex-sailor had been very mournful after the suicide of Mark, as the rash act had proved how shallow had been the man's repentance. 'But what can you expect?' said Graham, to him. 'It is impossible to terrify people into a legitimate belief in religion.' 'I don't want to do that, sir,' replied Baltic, soberly. 'I wish to lead them to the Throne with love and tenderness.' 'I can hardly call your method by such names, my friend. You simply ruin people in this life to fit them, in their own despite, for their next existence.' 'When all is lost, doctor, men seek God.' 'Perhaps; but that's a shabby way of seeking Him. If I could not be converted of my own free will, I certainly shouldn't care about being driven to take such a course. Your system, my friend, is ingenious, but impossible.' 'I have yet to prove that it is impossible, doctor.' 'Humph! I daresay you'll succeed in gaining disciples,' said Graham, with a shrug. 'There is no belief strange enough for some men to doubt. After Mormonism and Joseph Smith's deification, I am prepared to believe that humanity will go to any length in its search after the unseen. No doubt you'll form a sect in time, Mr Baltic. If so, call your disciples Hobsonites.' 'Why, Dr Graham?' 'Because the gist of your preaching, so far as I can understand, is a Hobson's choice,' retorted the doctor. 'When your flock of criminals lose everything through your exposure of their crimes, they have nothing left but religion.' 'Nothing left but God, you mean, sir; and God is everything.' 'No doubt I agree with the latter part of your epigram, Baltic, although your God is not my God.'