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My old tetchy friend here is just the man to have arranged the marriage one day , and had the ceremony performed the next . We must look about us . '' And full of such cogitations , the mayor returned to his habitation . On the Thursday week after this conversation a coach drew up , about eight o'clock in the morning , at the gate of St Stephen 's churchyard , and Mr. Joseph Hanson , in all the gloss of bridal finery , newly clad from top to toe , smiling and smirking at every instant , jumped down , followed by John Parsons , and prepared to hand out his reluctant bride elect , when Mr. Mallet , with a showy-looking middle-aged woman -LRB- a sort of feminine of Joseph himself -RRB- hanging upon his arm , accosted our friend the tinman . `` Stop ! '' cried the mayor . `` What for ? ''