“He was seen drunk in Port Lawrence — pickled to the gills,” said Uncle Benjamin.

“If that is true — and I don’t believe it — he had a good reason for it. Now I suggest that you all stop looking tragic and accept the situation. I’m married — you can’t undo that. And I’m perfectly happy.”

“I suppose we ought to be thankful he has really married her,” said Cousin Sarah, by way of trying to look on the bright side.

“If he really has,” said Uncle James, who had just washed his hands of Valancy. “Who married you?”

“Mr. Towers, of Port Lawrence.”

“By a Free Methodist!” groaned Mrs. Frederick —