There's a way to make her;" and so he fell asleep.
As Somebody would have it, the very next day the Vicar and Mary had a serious quarrel.

Whether his digestion was out of order; whether the sight of so many love-couples passing his gate the night before had ruffled him and made him bilious; or whether some one was behind hand with his tithe, we shall never know.

Only we know, that shortly after dinner they disagreed about some trifle, and Mary remained sulky all the afternoon; and that at tea-time, driven on by pitiless fate, little thinking what was hanging over him, he made some harsh remark, which brought down a flood of tears.

Whereat, getting into a passion, he told Mary, somewhat unjustly, that she was always sulking, and was making his life miserable.

That it was time that she was married.