When we got to my door, he stopped suddenly and held out his hand saying:
"Well, so long, old chap! Hope your pack will weigh lightly on you!"
It just hit the nail on the head.
"So long, old chap!" I repeated.
He went off, swinging his stick.
Oh well, it was quite natural! We were nothing to each other. Nobody was anything to any one.... What idle fancies I had woven!
August 4th-9th