The Reverent Bailey agreed to marry us and then came the Friday trial at Trentham Assizes in the Court house. XXX “His Honour Judge Grant wishes to see you John,” Father announced when I returned, “He said it was of the greatest urgency.”
I went to his chambers with the greatest speed and once there I was at once ushered into his presence, “Ah Matson,” he said, “The ring, I do believe young Fowler may have given it to Miss Maisey Fellows, Theodore Fellows gal, the merchant do you know.”
“Sir?” I said. I arrived at Allerton Hall unannounced, dressed in the classic style of a landed Gentleman while riding in a tolerably smart carriage pulled by a matched pair of Greys, driven by one Mr Barrington from Devonshire who had become my friend masquerading as a coachman.
