"Yes . . . the end," I answered.
"Well, we've had a jolly evening to finish up with, anyway," he said. "I shall always remember it."
I tried to say he would soon have other evenings to think about that would make him forget this one.
"Never in this world!" he answered.
I tried to wish him good luck, and great success, and a happy return to fame and fortune. He looked at me with his great liquid eyes and said:
"Aw, well, that's all as one now."
I tried to tell him it would always be a joy to me to remember that he and I had been such great, great friends.
He looked at me again, and answered:
"That's all as one also."
I reproached myself for the pain I was causing him, and to keep myself in countenance I began to talk of the beauty and nobility of renunciation—each sacrificing for the other's sake all sinful thoughts and desires.