Edmund's eyes fell from Francis to his sister as he spoke, his face guarded.  Just the smallest amount of surprise was able to slip through it, until Francis mentioned getting married.  Immediately, Edmund's face colored.

"Wha - m-married, Mable, why would you..?!" he looked back and forth between her and Francis, incredulous.  He settled on Francis, waving his hands as if he could scrub whatever his sister said from his memory.

"Don't - don't listen to her, she doesn't - it's way too soon to talk about stuff like - like that, I'm so sorry Francis, please dis - disregard what she said."