He could never be the kind of lover you would be, my Peter.

With him, his art counts first of anything in the wide world.

And that's why I don't think he'll come to St.Wennys.

He's in love with Nan--as far as his type can be in love--but he's not going to tie himself up with her.

So he'll keep away." She paused, then went on urgently: "Peter dear, we shall all of us hate it so if you don't come down to Cornwall with us this year.