In due time the wedding was celebrated. Mrs. Hunter wished it to be quiet, and Mr. Craven interposed no objection. Quiet or not, he felt that the substantial advantages of the union would be his all the same. Mrs. Hunter looked a little nervous during the ceremony, but Mr. Craven was smiling and suave as ever. When he kissed his wife, saluting her as Mrs. Craven, she shuddered a little, and with difficulty restrained her tears, for it reminded her of her first marriage, so different from this, in which she wedded a man to whom she was devoted in heart and soul.
The ceremony took place at eleven o'clock, and the newly-wedded pair started on a tour as previously arranged. So for two weeks Frank and Katy O'Grady were left alone in the house. Katy was a privileged character, having been in the family ever since Frank was a baby, and she had no hesitation in declaring her opinion of Mr. Craven.
"What possessed the mistress to marry such a mane specimen of a man, I can't tell," she said.
"I don't like him myself," said Frank; "but we must remember that he's my mother's husband now, and make the best of him."
"And a mighty poor best it will be," said Katy.
"There you go again, Katy!"
"I can't help it, shure. It vexes me intirely that my dear mistress should throw herself away on such a man."
"What can't be cured must be endured, you know. You mustn't talk that way after Mr. Craven comes back."
"And what for will I not. Do you think I'm afraid of him?" asked Katy, defiantly. "If he is a man, I could bate him in a square fight."