nine o'clock precisely
Here Mr. Snodgrass interposed , and said , he would read to them the letter which Miss Isabella had received from the bride ; and without waiting for their concurrence , opened and read as follows : -- _ Mrs. Sabre to Miss Isabella Tod _ MY DEAREST BELL -- Rachel Pringle is no more ! My heart flutters as I write the fatal words . This morning , at nine o'clock precisely , she was conducted in bridal array to the new church of Mary-le-bone ; and there , with ring and book , sacrificed to the Minotaur , Matrimony , who devours so many of our bravest youths and fairest maidens . My mind is too agitated to allow me to describe the scene . The office of handmaid to the victim , which , in our young simplicity , we had fondly thought one of us would perform for the other , was gracefully sustained by Miss Argent . On returning from church to my father 's residence in Baker Street , where we breakfasted , he declared himself not satisfied with the formalities of the English ritual , and obliged us to undergo a second ceremony from himself , according to the wonted forms of the Scottish Church .