She leaned over and kissed him on the lips, he removing his cigar to enable her to do it. Then she blew her cigarette smoke in his face and laughed. He said nothing; he was thinking that there was a good deal to be said for being on such terms with three nice girls. After all, there might be something in the Mohammedan's idea of paradise. She was silent for a moment; then inquired:
"Why did you ask Stella after all? Because you knew she'd like you to?"
He considered his reply.
"No; not altogether. Of course, at the beginning I never meant to, then all of a sudden I felt as if I had to. I had a sort of feeling that it would be such fun."
"And was it fun?"
"Distinctly; I wouldn't mind going through it all over again."
"Wouldn't you? Now you'll have to marry her."
"Shall I?"
"Don't you want to marry her?"
"I do not."