[What I can do without.] So let us go off to the
castle without delay. Brian will meet us on the road, you know.'
They set off for Clonbrony Castle, Lord Colambre accompanying them.
Brian met them on the road. 'Father Tom is ready, dear mother; bring her
in, and he'll marry us. I'm not my own man till she's mine. Who knows
what may happen?'
'Who knows? that's true,' said the widow.
'Better go to the castle first,' said Grace.
'And keep the priest waiting! You can't use his reverence so.' said
Brian.
So she let him lead her into the priest's house, and she did not make
any of the awkward draggings back, or ridiculous scenes of grimace
sometimes exhibited on these occasions; but blushing rosy red, yet
with more self-possession than could have been expected from her timid
nature, she gave her hand to the man she loved, and listened with
attentive devotion to the holy ceremony.
'Ah!' thought Lord Colambre, whilst he congratulated the bride, 'shall I
ever be as happy as these poor people are at this moment?' He longed to
make them some little present, but all he could venture at this moment
was to pay the priest's DUES.
The priest positively refused to take anything.
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