To him she repaired, and, merely informing him that she was going to marry without her father's consent, begged him to manage the business for her; which he, complimenting her upon her good fortune in choosing a time when the funds were so high, immediately undertook; at the same time recommended her to a banker, where she might open an account.
On the same day that this business was concluded, a licence was procured, and their wedding fixed for the next day.

"Now," thought George, as he leapt into bed on that night, "let only to-morrow get over safely, and I can begin to see my way out of the wood again." And in the morning they were married in Hampstead church.

Parson, clerk, pew-opener, and beadle, all remarked what a handsome young couple they were, and how happy they ought to be; and the parson departed, and the beadle shut up the church, and the mice came out again and ate the Bibles, and the happy pair walked away down the road, bound together by a strong chain, which nothing could loose but death.
They went to Brighton.

Mary had said she would so like to see the sea; and the morning after they arrived there--the morning after their wedding--Mary wrote an affectionate penitential letter to her father, telling him that she was married, and praying his forgiveness.
They were quite gay at Brighton, and she recovered her spirits wonderfully at first.

George soon made acquaintances, who soon got very familiar, after the manner of their kind,--greasy, tawdry, bedizened bucks,--never asleep, always proposing a game of cards, always carrying off her husband.