'Marrying again, papa! If they marry once they might as well marry a dozen times.' It was the best way to irritate him.

I did not intend it; that is all I can say.

He jumped from his chair, rubbed his hair, and almost ran up and down the library floor, telling me that I prevaricated.

'You object to a widow marrying at all--that's my question!' he cried out loud.

Of course I contained my voice all the more.