Ethan winced.
“That’s nice of you, Vin, but really I can’t. I’ve simply got to be in Boston this evening. Tell them, please, that I’m very sorry, will you? And that I hope to have the pleasure some other time. Make it all right, like a good chap.”
“Well. But you’re coming over to Stillhaven later, aren’t you?”
“Maybe; perhaps in a week or two.”
“That’s rotten! Look here, Eth, can’t I get in on this? I don’t know what’s up, and I won’t ask, but if I can help you any way——”
“Of course, old man. If you could I’d say so. But there isn’t anything wrong. I’ll explain later. It’s all right.”
“Doubt it. But you know best, I dare say.”
They turned by mutual consent and strolled back toward the Inn. Presently Vincent broke the silence again.
“By the way, I haven’t told you quite all, Eth; I’m engaged.”