That's what you must do.' 'Well, thank you! Good-bye, Daddy.

God willing we may meet again,' said Olenin, getting up and moving towards the passage.
The old man, who was sitting on the floor, did not rise.
'Is that the way one says "Good-bye"?
Fool, fool!' he began.

'Oh dear, what has come to people?
We've kept company, kept company for well-nigh a year, and now "Good-bye!" and off he goes! Why, I love you, and how I pity you! You are so forlorn, always alone, always alone.

You're somehow so unsociable.

At times I can't sleep for thinking about you.