"Ah, but you've memories, Knut Holm, happy memories."
"That's true—but even then—it's apt to be dull all the same in the long-run, with nothing but memories."
"I hear you are thinking of marrying again."
"And who's been kind enough to tell you that?"
"Oh, I had it from a reliable source. But honestly, Knut Holm, I think you will do well to reflect before you do."
"I've put in quite enough reflection over it already, my dear Malla Trap, worked it out all round. I know it means a lot of extra expense and bother, with new arrangements and all that, but seeing I can't reasonably expect to live more than another twenty years or so, I fancy there'll be enough to manage it."
"So that's what you call working it out, is it? Working out sums of money! I thought you were a man of loftier ideals than that."
"I was, in my younger days, Malla Trap. Do you remember the time when we two were fond of each other?"
"I don't think I've forgotten it."
"We were as good as engaged, weren't we?"