"Because we're such jolly old friends that we really needn't so much as speak at all?
Yes, thank goodness--thank goodness." He had been looking round him, taking in the scene; he had dropped his hat on the ground and, completely at his ease, though still more wishing to show it, had crossed his legs and closely folded his arms.

"What a tremendously jolly place! If I can't for the life of me recall who they were--the other people--I've the comfort of being sure their minds are an equal blank.

Do they even remember the place they had?
'We had some fellows down at--where was it, the big white house last November ?--and there was one of them, out of the What-do-you-call-it ?--YOU know--who might have been a decent enough chap if he hadn't presumed so on his gifts.'" Vanderbank paused a minute, but his companion said nothing, and he pursued.

"It does show, doesn't it ?--the fact that we do meet this way--the tremendous change that has taken place in your life in the last three months.

I mean, if I'm everywhere as you said just now, your being just the same." "Yes--you see what you've done." "How, what I'VE done ?" "You plunge into the woods for change, for solitude," the girl said, "and the first thing you do is to find me waylaying you in the depths of the forest.