Through the gate-gap in a hedge, I caught a glimmer of a white house front.

It seemed to belong to another world; to another order of things.
"Ah ...

here is Callan's," I said.

"This is where I was going...." "I know," she answered; "we part here." "To meet again ?" I asked.
"Oh ...

to meet again; why, yes, to meet again.".