He remembered that first night and the kiss, and how he had half hated it, half liked it.

He felt now, chiefly, anger that Donovan had had one too.

One?
But he, Peter, had had two....

Then he called himself a damned fool; it was all of a piece with her extravagant and utterly unconventional madness.

But what, then, would she say to this?
Had she anything in common with it?
He played with that awhile, blowing out thoughtful rings of smoke.