Then she said: "And you?"
"Oh," said the Saint, "you won't want me there, will you?"
She laughed.
"Won't you be going back to someone?"
"Who knows!"
The Saint's cigarette end reddened to a long inhalation, and faded.
"You butted in where you shouldn't have butted in," he said. "This story started mostly as a joke, as I told you one time. I always have been crazy. But I certainly didn't mean to get landed into all this. Since I'm here, I'm enjoying myself; but the entertainment was not among those listed for this season. However, here we are, and here is nobody else, and I always believe in making the best of a good job. Possibly you noticed the tendency at breakfast yesterday."
"Oh!" said the girl.
"There is," said the Saint firmly, "a piffling idea abroad among the sub-hominoids of Suburbia that a man may not kiss a girl for no other reason than that he simply wants to kiss her. Now that is obviously absurd, because although you've just saved my life I'm going to kiss you very passionately for no other reason than that I want to — and you are going to like it."