Our place was taken at the munion rails. Hearing a cautious step behind me，I glanced over my shoulder: one of the strangers- a gentleman，evidently- was advancing up the chancel. The service began.

The explanation of the intent of matrimony was gone through; and then the clergyman came a step farther forward，and，bending slightly towards Mr. Rochester，went on.

"I require and charge you both (as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment，when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed)，that if either of you know any impediment why ye may not lawfully be joined together in matrimony，ye do now confess it; for be ye well assured that so many as are coupled together otherwise than God"s Word doth allow，are not joined together by God，neither is their matrimony lawful."

He paused，as the custom is. When is the pause after that sentence ever broken by reply? Not，perhaps，once in a hundred years. And the clergyman，who had not lifted his eyes from his book，and had held his breath but for a moment，was proceeding: his hand was already stretched towards Mr. Rochester，as his lips unclosed to ask，"Wilt thou have this woman for thy wedded wife?-" when a distinct and near voice said-

"The marriage cannot go on: I declare the existence of an impediment."