"Yes."
"Because it wasn't real?"
"Because it was mockery."
"Petite gamine stuff. But I'm not petite gamine to-night; I'm something else. I don't know what I am. Do you?"
"No."
"Don't be cross with me. Whatever it is that I am, it's sorry that it kissed you that way. I didn't mean to make a josh of it."
He smiled. "One might as well try to be cross with a moonbeam."
They had come around by the side street, and now he held the garden gate back for her. The house was dim. Pat kissed her hand to the clematis arbour.
"D'you remember?" she murmured.
"Is there one moment ever spent with you that I've forgotten?"