All his uneasiness about his affair with Trina had returned.

No, surely she was not for him.

Marcus or some other man would win her in the end.

What could she ever see to desire in him--in him, a clumsy giant, with hands like wooden mallets?
She had told him once that she would not marry him.

Was that not final?
"I don' know what to do, Mark," he said.
"Well, you must make up to her now," answered Marcus.