"She was going to London to be married to Mr.Kingdon, she wrote.

They were to be married at the old church in the city where she had been christened, and she was going to stay with an old friend--a young woman who had once been her brother's sweetheart, and who was married to a butcher in Newgate-market--till the bans were given out, or the license bought.

The butcher's wife had a country-house out at Edmonton, and it was there Susan was going to stay." "All that seemed straightforward enough," said I.
"Yes," replied uncle Joe; "but if Mr.Kingdon had meant fairly by Susan Meynell, it would have been as easy for him to marry her at Barngrave as in London.

He was as poor as a church mouse, but he was his own master, and there was no one to prevent him doing just what he pleased.
This is about what James Halliday thought, I suppose; for he tore off to London, as fast as post-horses could carry him, in pursuit of his wife's sister and Mr.Kingdon.But though he made inquiries all along the road he could not hear that they had passed before him, and for the best of all reasons.

He went to the butcher's house at Edmonton; but there he found no trace of Susan Meynell, except a letter posted in Yorkshire, on the day of the row between James and Mr.Kingdon, telling her intention of visiting her old friend within the next few days, and hinting at an approaching marriage.