A padre I am, and a padre I shall stay for the war at least, and none of us can see beyond that at present.

But what I do mean to do is just this: I mean to try and get down to reality myself and try to weigh it up.

I am going to eat and drink with publicans and sinners; maybe I shall find my Master still there." Peter stopped and looked up.

Langton was stretched out in a chair beside him, reading a novel, a pipe in his mouth.

Moved by an impulse, he interrupted him.
"Old man," he said, "I want you to let me read you a bit of this letter.
It's to my girl, but there's nothing rotten in reading it.