Paul (between his teeth). When we are that far along, yes, yes, Aunt Clara! When we are all through with it, this incomprehensible, senseless force! (He leans back in the chair and folds his hands over his head.)
Aunt Clara. Your dead father enjoys the best lot after all. It's not at all an occasion for weeping, Paul.
Paul (nods his head mechanically). You caught the meaning, Auntie.
Aunt Clara. I am old, my boy. I know what is back of life. Nothing.
Paul. You have caught the meaning.
Aunt Clara. When you are as far along as I am, you will think so too.
Paul (throws his head back on his chair, yielding to his pain). I am tired, Aunt Clara! Tired enough to die!
Aunt Clara. That is due to the journey, Paul.
Paul (repeats mechanically). That is due to the journey. (Waking up.) You are right, Aunt Clara. To the long journey and the long, long way.
Aunt Clara. Now you will take a rest, my boy.