she might have thought herself safe in cranford. (all gasping) (sighing) (door closes) i was inspired to interview the owner of the hire cart. they were married this morning at missenden church. no bands were called, and a special license was applied for. mr. william buxton was a witness. (gasping) lady glenmire's new tippet, in teal blue, came from johnson's. it was a fringed flemish velvet, and... i helped her to select it on the tuesday of last week. what did she say it was for? church. (wheezing) it is an insult to all cranford, to be so devious. asking us to an evening party, with no intimation whatever of its purpose. it is the custom of cranford to call upon a bride. it is not the custom to call upon a traitor. who has been betrayed? the baron glenmire's memory has been betrayed. if my sister-in-law must dash her pedigree against the stones, and set up home in a hovel that fronts the street, she cannot expect any sanction from me. i will not condone this marriage. and i shall bar my door to everyone who chooses to acknowledge