His wife had now been dead just two years, and as he was still under thirty, no one could deny it would be right that he should marry again.
No one did deny it.

His father had hinted that he ought to do so, and had generously whispered that if some little increase to the major's present income were needed, he might possibly be able to do something.

"What is the good of keeping it ?" the archdeacon had said in liberal after-dinner warmth; "I only want it for your brother and yourself." The brother was a clergyman.
And the major's mother had strongly advised him to marry again without loss of time.

"My dear Henry," she had said, "you'll never be younger, and youth does go for something.

As for dear little Edith, being a girl, she is almost no impediment.