[YOU ALONE, AND MY MOTHER, ARE TRUE; ALL THE REST OF THE WORLD IS FALSE.]
The night was very cold, and George felt the keen wind a relief. He took off his hat, and looked around. The street was still and quiet; the last strains of 'Home, sweet home,' had been played, and the players had departed. All but one, and he waited at the end of the street for George to come up to him.
'What, Saul!'
'George!'
They clasped hands.
'I am glad you are here, Saul. I should not have liked to go without wishing you good-bye.'
'I waited for you, George. I knew you were in there. Mother and father sitting up for you, I suppose?'
'Yes. In a few hours I shall go from here; then I shall be alone!'
'As I am, George.'