Those young people seem to have wandered off, and I want to talk to you." "I am content to listen," he answered.

"It is a night for listeners, this!" "I want to talk," she continued, "and yet--the words seem difficult.
These wonderful days! How quickly they seem to have passed." "There are others to follow," he answered, smiling.

"That is one of the joys of life here.

One can count on things!" "Others for you!" she murmured.

"You have pitched your tent.