“It’s a quotation, Tom, ‘All’s well that ends, well.’”
“I don’t know much about quotations,” he said.
“Are you sure you’re coming back? You didn’t do one thing as you promised to do.”
“I’m sure I’m coming back—to-morrow.”
“I do think maybe you’re right, Tom.”
“You think all those people down in Woodstock are wonderful people, because they write and paint and carve things, and all that. But they’re not as much as Whalen. He’s big in every way. When you’re just near him you feel it even though he doesn’t say much. Maybe you don’t know what I mean.”
“I think I do know. Are you surely coming back to-morrow night? You know you said you were going to do one thing and then you didn’t do it. So how can I know what to think?”
“I did just what I wanted to do, didn’t I? Nobody can tell me what I ought to do. And I’m coming back to-morrow night—because I want to.”
“Would you like me to hike out to the ledge with you; all the way?”
“Sure, and I’ll show you all the initials.”