Lilly finished the wiping of the dishes, then took a book and sat on the other side of the table.
"It's all one to you, then," said Aaron suddenly, "whether we ever see one another again ?" "Not a bit," said Lilly, looking up over his spectacles.

"I very much wish there might be something that held us together." "Then if you wish it, why isn't there ?" "You might wish your flute to put out scarlet-runner flowers at the joints." "Ay--I might.

And it would be all the same." The moment of silence that followed was extraordinary in its hostility.
"Oh, we shall run across one another again some time," said Aaron.
"Sure," said Lilly.

"More than that: I'll write you an address that will always find me.

And when you write I will answer you." He took a bit of paper and scribbled an address.