“Gentlemen, as the host in Castle Craneycrow, I invite you to witness the marriage ceremony which is to make it impossible for you to take Dorothy Garrison to Brussels. You have come, gentlemen--a trifle noisily and unkindly, I admit--just in time to witness the wedding of my two very good friends who eloped with the sound of wedding bells in their ears. Father Bivot, the bride and groom await you.” “Dorothy, my darling,” whispered Quentin. She turned her burning face away. “It is my way, Phil. I love you,” she murmured. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's Castle Craneycrow, by George Barr McCutcheon