You're perfectly shameless, Julie." Julie swung round to Peter.

"You're a beast, Tommy," she said over her shoulder, "and I shan't speak to you again.

You see," she went on to Peter, "I could see you had struck a footling girl, and as I don't know a single decent boy here, I thought I'd presume on an acquaintance, and see if it wasn't a lucky one.

We've got to know each other, you know.

The girl with me on the boat--oh, damn, I've told you!--and I am swearing, and you're a parson, but it can't be helped now--well, the girl told me we should meet again, and that it was probably you who was mixed up with my fate-line.