He had to let Carinthia Jane depart under the charge of his housekeeper, Mrs.Carthew, a staid excellent lady, poorly gifted with observation.
Her report of the performance of the ceremony at Croridge village church, a half mile from Lekkatts, was highly reassuring to the anxious old admiral still lying on his back with memory and gout at their fiend's play, and livid forecasts hovering.

He had recollected that there had been no allusion in Lord Levellier's message to settlements or any lawyer's preliminaries, and he raged at himself for having to own it would have been the first of questions on behalf of his daughter.
'All passed off correctly,' Mrs.Carthew said.

'The responses of the bride and bridegroom were particularly articulate.' She was reserved upon the question of the hospitality of Lekkatts.

The place had entertained her during her necessitated residence there, and honour forbade her to smile concordantly at the rosy admiral's mention of Leancats.

She took occasion, however, to praise the Earl of Fleetwood's eminently provident considerateness for his bride, inasmuch as he had packed a hamper in his vehicle, which was a four-in-hand, driven by himself.
Admiral Baldwin inquired: 'Bride inside ?' He was informed: 'The Countess of Fleetwood sat on the box on the left of my lord.' She had made no moan about the absence of bridesmaids.
'She appeared too profoundly happy to meditate an instant upon deficiencies.' 'How did the bridegroom behave ?' 'Lord Fleetwood was very methodical.