"Decidedly"--said her lover with an abstracted air. "I'll tell you what," he added eagerly, as if struck by some sudden thought, "there is fearful danger of our being separated if we do not act quickly, and for ever. Suppose--suppose, my beloved one--you now here, in this blest spot, give me a _legal_ claim to your hand, we may not again have such an opportunity?" "What--how do you mean?" asked Katey bewilderingly. "Why, you see the truth is this--I _did_ dread your health might have interfered with active flight--might not have been such as seconded our wishes--and I came prepared--the fact is, I have brought a Reverend Friend with me--you understand?--he is now not far away--indeed, he is just outside." "Hewitt!--are you mad!" exclaimed the overwhelmed girl, shrinking away. "I cannot--indeed, I cannot, think of such a thing." "Folly--stuff! I see, my beloved one, I must act for you in this matter"---- To go to the window--give a gentle tap--summon a low corpulent little man before it--to seize him by the neck and drag him softly into the room, as though the unwieldy individual were unable to accomplish the feat himself--was but the work of an instant; the next, Hewitt had caught the half-swooning Katey's hand and led her forward. "'_D-d-dom-dominus adimp-p-p-lea bened-d-dic_ (hic!) _benedictionem suam in v-v-v-obis!_ (hic!)" stutteringly whispered the new-comer, while the powerful smell of whisky-punch, which began to pervade the apartment, bore far less testimony to his piety than to his potations. "Douce your lingo!" muttered Hewitt. "Keep it till 'tis called for.----Now, my own dear Katey," he said in his most persuasive tone, "let this moment make you mine--mine indissolubly. Come, Father Larr,[25] there is not an instant to spare--do your office;" and supporting Katey, and half-forcibly, half-entreatingly, bringing her forward, he stood with her before the priest--if indeed it is right to profane that name by conferring it on the drunken and dissolute creature, who, long since expelled from the altar, was forced to depend for a livelihood on his services in such desperate hours of need as the present. "Oh, Hewitt, give me a moment--my father--Lysaght--I did not look for this"--murmured the agitated bride. "Then such is your faith after all?" whispered Hewitt; "but as you please--even here--at this moment I give you up for ever, since you desire it." "No--it is God's will--there is no use in struggling against my fate--I am ready," she answered, endeavouring to rouse her stupified faculties. "Go on, then," whispered her lover to the priest, "be quick!" "_Co--co--conjungo vos_," began Father Larr as he joined their hands, "_in nom--nom_--(hic!)--_nomine P--p--patris_ (hic!) _et F--f--f--fil_--(hic!)"--