And Patty had a wild, free heart that might be broken.
"I don't know what to do about it," Vetch was saying while she pondered the problem.

"As I told you a minute ago this is all outside my job." "Have you spoken to Patty ?" "I started to, but she made fun of the idea--you know the way she has.
She asked me if I had ever heard of any one falling in love with a plaster saint ?" Corinna smiled.

"So she called Stephen a plaster saint ?" "She was chaffing, of course." "Well, I don't see that there is anything you can do unless you send Patty away." "She wouldn't go," he responded simply; then after a moment of embarrassed hesitation, he blurted out nervously, "Is this young Culpeper what you would call a marrying man ?" This time it was impossible for Corinna to suppress her amusement, and it broke out in a laugh that was like the chiming of silver bells.

Oh, if only Cousin Harriet could hear him! Then observing the gravity of Vetch's expression, she checked her untimely mirth with an effort.
"That depends, I suppose.

At his age how can any one tell ?" In her heart she did not believe that Stephen would marry Patty; she was not sure even that she, Corinna, should wish him to do so.