“Nay—I do not know, I’m sure,” said Mr. Sutherland, with his eyebrows still raised, and his eyes fixed upon the floor. “My mother married! Will you please tell me to whom?”
“To whom? Oh, of course you know, Mark. Now, who was it likely to be, but Dr. Wells?”
“Our old family physician!”
“Why of course. You know he had been pleased with her a long time.”
“That my mother should have married!”
“She never would have done so, Mark, had you not left her.”
“And she is happy, you say?”
“Comfortable, Mark. Your mother and Dr. Wells make what Tim Linkenwater calls ‘a comfortable couple.’”
“I am not so much grieved as surprised,” said Mr. Sutherland. And after a short pause he said, “There was another—my cousin.”
The face of the lady grew troubled—she did not speak.