I thought I should just go on and get a living and marry you--perhaps, if you would (I can hardly speak of it now I know you would)--and--and--oh, I don't know--make a name in the Church, I suppose.

Well, and I hope we shall one day, but now this has come along.

I really feel all I said this morning, awfully.

I shall go out--I must.

The men must be helped; one can't sit still and imagine them dying, wounded, tempted, and without a priest.