"I wanted just to want him." "Ah, I'm afraid I'm one of those people with whom to want a thing is to go after it," Peter justified himself.
"So one gathers from what one hears." She brushed him as lightly with the compliment as with the wings of a moth.

"I wasn't really wanting him so much as I was wanting to _be_ him for a while.

Just to pass from one lovely hour to another and nothing to pay! But we humans have always to pay something." "Or some one pays for us." "Well, isn't that worse ...

taking it out of somebody else ?" "I'm not so sure; some people enjoy paying.

It's not a bad feeling, I assure you: being able to pay.