We go out of that door, and up a flight of steps, and there's the matron's room on the top and a visitor's room next to it, and tea'll be there.

It will be a fiendish squash, and I wouldn't go if I hadn't you to get me tea and take me away afterwards as soon as possible." "I'm highly privileged, I'm sure," said Peter again, quite deliberately.
She laughed.

"You are," she said.

"Look how you're coming on! Ten minutes ago you were a bored curate, and now you're--what are you ?" Peter hesitated perceptibly.

He felt he might say many things.