Edith did not reply.
"He has gone to Albany," said Cynthia.
"Well, well! And when is the wedding to be?"
Edith rose and went into the house. Cynthia glanced after her regretfully, and then answered her aunt's question.
"It is to be in a week. It is to be very quiet, because—because Miss Gordon is in deep mourning."
"Do tell! I want to know!" ejaculated Miss Trinkett. "And are none of you going?"
"No; papa did not think it was best. Hardly any one will be there. Only her brother and one or two others."
"So she has a brother. Any other relatives?"
"I think not. She lost her father and mother when she was very young, and her grandmother died rather lately."
"I want to know! And when are they coming home?"