They then went away for a brief holiday--went away without either pomp or tears, entirely happy--husband and wife together.
When I came home and said what had happened my good father seemed little surprised.

He had expressly desired not to be told anything of the wedding till all was over--he hated marriages.
"But since it is done, maybe 'tis as well," said he, grimly.

"She seems a kindly young thing; wise, even--for a woman." "And pleasant too, father ?" "Ay, but favour is deceitful, and beauty vain.

So the lad's gone;" and he looked round, as if missing John, who had lived in our house ever since his illness.

"I thought as much, when he bade me goodnight, and asked my leave to take a journey.