"So--so long!" And the four of them looked at one another, trying to smile, and great grief on them.
"China will miss you, my son," said old Kubla.
"It's nothing to how I'll be missing China," said Marco Polo.

"Venice! It's only a sound to me.

I'll be an exile in the city of my birth.
But what's the use of complaining?
If it's go, it's go.

But it'll be funny," said he.

"My body will be there, but my heart and mind will be in China.