Paul looked disappointed. That moment Mrs. Prior came toward them from Mrs. Mason's room.
"What is the matter, Paul?" she inquired, kindly.
"Oh, nothing," answered Rose, "only he wants to see that hateful man."
"For shame, Rose!"
"Well, he wants to see Captain Thrasher, and he don't want Captain Thrasher to see him!" persisted Rose, shaking her head with pretty defiance.
"He wants to see a marriage—is that it?" said Mrs. Prior, whose kind heart was always prompting her to the pleasure of others. "And you would like to have a peep at this wedding? Rose, you will go into the room; but it is to be very private, you know, and I can't let you in, Paul."
"No, no, I do not wish—I only want to see," cried the boy, eagerly; "I and Jube—one little minute, that is all."
Mrs. Prior smiled and dropped into a moment's thought.
"Well," she said, "as you have set your heart upon it, Paul, there can be no harm in letting you see them married so long as it disturbs no one. There is the door between the parlor and dining-room; the upper half is glass. Just lift the curtain softly and look through; but remember, there must be no talking about it. The whole thing is to be kept secret."
"I will not speak to any one, be sure," said Paul.