I heard some whispering to that effect.

Somebody in the village told one of the servants, I believe.

This man said that he was crossing the churchyard early on that unfortunate foggy morning, and heard voices in the chancel, and peeped through the window as well as the dim panes would let him; and there he saw you and me and Mr.Bealand, and so on; but thinking his surmises would be dangerous knowledge, he hastened on.

And so the story got afloat.

Then your aunt, too--' 'Good Lord!--what has she done ?' The story was, told her, and she said proudly, "O yes, it is true enough.
I have seen the licence.