They were married very early the following morning. Beaseley was extremely efficient; he had not only managed to convince the bishop and his assistant to arrive at a very early hour in order to perform the ceremony, but also managed to procure a proper set of clothes for Jocelyn to wear. Nor had he brought up the question of Jocelyn’s origins again. Jocelyn was both relieved and disturbed but, when his thoughts meandered in the direction of what might have been, he had only to close his eyes and breathe in the salty smell of the sea, to feel on his skin the burning of the bright Mediterranean sun to regain his composure.
Whatever Beaseley had done seemed to have been enough. The bishop was a surprisingly young man, middle-aged at most, who expressed his sincere sympathies for the sad stat
