It seemed natural to say it.

"Peter," he said.
She smiled, rolling the "r." "Peterr.

Well, Peterr, go on." "I'll tell you about to-day first," he said, and, once launched, did so easily.

He told the little story well, and presently forgot the strange surroundings.

It was all but a confession, and surely one was never more strangely made.