The answer was given without hesitation.

I had married, honestly believing my husband's name to be the name under which I had known him.

The witnesses to my marriage--my uncle, my aunt, and Benjamin--had acted, as I had acted, in perfect good faith.

Under those circumstances, there was no doubt about the law.

I was legally married.
Macallan or Woodville, I was his wife.
This decisive answer relieved me of a heavy anxiety.