Wait a little, and see what happens.

I quite understand your point of view, but you must think of others--even your Vicar, my parents, and of me.

And Peter, shall we say anything about our--our love?
What do you think ?" Peter Graham looked at her steadily, and as she spoke he, too, felt the contrast between his thoughts and ordinary life.

The London curate was himself again.

He got up.