No sooner had the door closed, than I said to Mohun:--
"That is strange, is it not?"
"Singular, indeed," he replied, calmly, "but I am not averse to this
worthy man's presence, Surry. I have no concealments. I have related my
whole life to Judge Conway and Georgia. They both know the
circumstances which lead to the conviction that _that woman_ was
already married, when she married _me_--that the proof of her marriage
with Darke exists. Judge Conway is a lawyer, and knows that, in legal
phraseology, the array of circumstances 'excludes every other
hypothesis;' thus it is not as an adventurer that my father's son
enters this house: all is known, and I do not shrink from the eye of
this good man, who is about to officiate at my marriage."
"Does he know all?"
"I think not. I had half resolved to tell him. But there is no time
now. Let us get ready; the hour is near."
And Mohun looked at his watch.
"Nine o'clock," he said. "The ceremony takes place at ten."
And he rapidly made his toilet. The light fell on a superb-looking
cavalier. He was clad in full dress uniform, with the braid and stars
of a brigadier-general. The erect figure was clearly defined by the
coat, buttoned from chin to waist. Above, rose the proudly-poised head,
with the lofty brow, the brilliant black eyes, the dark imperial and
mustache, beneath which you saw the firm lips.
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