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.

'They are the best couple in my parish,' said he; 'and I'll take nothing, sir, from you, a stranger and my guest.' 'Now, come what will, I'm a match for it.