But though I make no doubt that John Crewys is just as selfish as you are, which is saying a good deal, yet, as it happens, John Crewys is the only man who could make her happy." "What man are you thinking of ?" said Peter.
Jealousy was a potent factor in his love for Sarah.

He forgot his mother instantly, as he had forgotten her on the day of his return, when Sarah had walked on to the terrace--and into his heart.
"I name no names," said Sarah, "but I hope I know a hero when I see him; and that man is a hero, though he is--nothing much to look at." It amused her to observe the varying expressions on her lover's face, which her artless words called forth, one after another.
"If you are really not going to eat any luncheon, Peter," she said, "I must trouble you to help me to wash up and pack the basket.

The fire is out and the water is cold, but it can't be helped.

The picnic has been a failure." "We have the whole afternoon before us.

I cannot see that there is any hurry," said Peter, not stirring.
"I didn't mean to break bad news to you," said Sarah, "until we'd had a pleasant meal together in comfort, and rested ourselves.