His feelings about Terence and Rachel were so complicated that he had never yet been able to bring himself to say that he was glad that they were going to be married.

He saw their faults so clearly, and the inferior nature of a great deal of their feeling for each other, and he expected that their love would not last.

He looked at them again, and, very strangely, for he was so used to thinking that he seldom saw anything, the look of them filled him with a simple emotion of affection in which there were some traces of pity also.

What, after all, did people's faults matter in comparison with what was good in them?
He resolved that he would now tell them what he felt.

He quickened his pace and came up with them just as they reached the corner where the lane joined the main road.