Alas!
No attempt was made to send other messages from Hertford Street than those which were taken to the church and to the hotel. Sir Griffin and Lord George went together to the church in a brougham, and, on the way, the best man rather ridiculed the change in life which he supposed that his friend was about to make. "I don't in the least know how you mean to get along," said Lord George.
"Much as other men do, I suppose."
"But you're always sparring, already."
"It's that old woman that you're so fond of," said Sir Griffin. "I don't mean to have any ill-humour from my wife, I can tell you. I know who will have the worst of it if there is."
"Upon my word, I think you'll have your hands full," said Lord George. They got out at a sort of private door attached to the chapel, and were the
