"I don't quite know where I shall be--I think you must let me write to you." "Oh! _that's_ all right," said Lawrence.

"I want you to come along some time.

You'd like the governor--and if you don't mind listening to an ass like me--well, I'd take it as an honour if you'd talk to me a bit." As Olva looked Lawrence in the eyes he knew that it would be well with him if, in his journey through the world, he met again so good a soul.
Cardillac joined them and they all talked for a little.

Then Olva said good-night.
He turned for a moment at the door and looked back.

Some one at the other end of the room was singing "Egypt" to a cracked piano.