Miss Eliza dropped her glasses to the end of her nose.
"You must learn to wait, Arethusa. You are much too impatient. Like your father."
Miss Asenath's gentle voice interposed, "But why not tell her, Sister? Right now?"
So Miss Eliza proceeded.
"Your father," she announced, in a tone that plainly indicated her hearty disapproval of the whole affair, and plunging at once into the very middle of her subject, "has married again!"
"Married again!" echoed Arethusa, uncertainly.
The effect of her aunt's disclosure was as though some one had thrown a bulky object at her quite unexpectedly.
"That's what I said, I believe. It's what I intended to say. Shut your mouth, child,—you look half-witted with it open that way. I always did think he would. And I must confess I never thought he'd wait near as long as he has. Though I'm no great believer in second marriages, myself."
"But, Aunt 'Liza...."
Miss Eliza frowned at the interruption.