You can't deny that." Peter recalled his sermon; he was rather indignant, unreasonably, that the suggestion should have been made.
"So ?" said the other laconically.

"Well, you know more about it than I do, I suppose.

Come on; we go down here." They parted at the corner by the river again, and Peter set out for his long walk home alone.

It was a lovely evening of stars, cool, but not too cold, and at first the streets were full of people.

He kept to the curb or walked in the road till he was out of the town, taking salutes automatically, his thoughts far away.