No maids, no groomsmen attended them there,
The Priest tied the knot with his usual care.
Now married—they went at once to her home,
For she lived in style, and almost alone,
With servants, ’tis true—perhaps half-a-score,
Including the one who guarded the door;
And there for weeks, they in quiet remained,
For seeking seclusion, cannot be blamed,
He, now being blessed with a charming wife,
She, to his comfort devoting her life;