This, as may be supposed, did
not prove a ready means of eliciting a confession from the cowardly
Grandison. The poor wretch cowered before the righteous indignation
of the broken-hearted father, and swore by every saint in the
Calendar that the latter must have been mistaken, and that nothing
criminal had ever taken place between the young lady and himself.
Mr. Sedley only half believed these asseverations, but, as may be
seen, he was a poor diplomatist, and took the very worst way to
arrive at anything like the truth. So saying "Not guilty, but
_don't do it again_," or words to that effect, he left the hotel
and returned to his own house. Here he disclosed his fears to his
wife, but she scouted the idea as preposterous, and urged him to
have Mary's marriage with Hazelton celebrated as soon as convenient,
and so put an end to all possible contingencies.
Shortly after the return of the family to Montreal Mr. Hazelton led
to the altar with pride the "blushing" Mary Sedley. Good cause,
indeed, had she to blush, for never was man more egregiously
"sold" than was "Mr. Samuel Hazelton, of the city of Montreal,
merchant." The _happy couple_ left by the evening train for Boston,
the "Wedding March," which was admirably performed by Mr.
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