On the eve of her wedding-day she met Jane as the latter came from Whitehead's, and requested her to call in the Close next Sunday morning at twelve o'clock.
'I want you to see my 'usband,' she said, grinning.

'I'm sure you'll like him.' Jane promised to come.

On the next day, Saturday, Clem entered the registry-office in a plain dress, and after a few simple formalities came forth as Mrs.Snowdon; her usual high colour was a trifle diminished, and she kept glancing at her husband from under nervously knitted brows.

Still the great event was unknown to the inhabitants of the Close.

There was no feasting, and no wedding-journey; for the present Mr.and Mrs.Snowdon would take possession of two rooms on the first floor.
Twenty-four hours later, when the bells of St.James's were ringing their melodies before service, Clem requested her husband's attention to something of importance she had to tell him.
Mr.Snowdon had just finished breakfast and was on the point of lighting his pipe; with the match burning down to his fingers, he turned and regarded the speaker shrewdly.