Frank's face became livid, his lips tightened, his pruning knife dropped from his hand.
"What?" he exclaimed, as if he had not fully understood.
"Your father's going to marry again," said the servant in an undertone, "and I'll tell you who told me so, it was Jim Tozer, her brother; he ought to know."
"The brother of whom?" questioned Frank mechanically.
"The brother of Miss Tozer," informed Marie.
"I should have thought that your father would have stuck a little more to his word, for when your poor, dear mother was dying, she mentioned something to your father about marrying. He pretended to cry, and bawled out: 'Don't mention it, I'll never marry again; I'll never marry again.'"
"And mother been dead only five months," said Frank, more to himself than otherwise.
"But it won't be yet, you know," said Marie. "Jim Tozer told me they would probably wait till next year."
Then seeing Mr. Mathers coming towards them, she pretended to gather some parsley close by, and quickly re-entered the house.