Fortunately, Vincy now returned; he was looking sunburnt and happy. He had been having a good time. Yet he looked a little anxious occasionally, as if perplexed.
One day he told Edith that he had just had a rather serious quarrel with someone who was awfully cross, and carried on like anything and wouldn't give over.
'I guess who she is. What does she want you to do?'
'She wants me to do what all my relations are always bothering me to do,' said Vincy, 'only with a different person.'
'What, to marry?'
'Yes.'
'To marry her, I suppose? Shall you?'
'I'm afraid not,' he said. 'I don't think I quite can.'
'Don't you think it would be rather unkind to her?'
Neither of them had mentioned Miss Argles' name. The fact that Vincy referred to it at all showed her that he had recovered from his infatuation.