"Do you like it?"
"It's well enough for him. Life has no claims on him any more. I think it's very pleasant over here, now that everybody's gone," added Colville, from a confused resentfulness of collectively remembered Days and Afternoons and Evenings. "How still the night is!"
A few feet clapping by on the pavement below alone broke the hush.
"Sometimes I feel very tired of it all, and want to get home," sighed Mrs. Bowen.
"Well, so do I."
"I can't believe it's right staying away from the country so long." People often say such things in Europe.
"No, I don't either, if you've got anything to do there."
"You can always make something to do there."
"Oh yes." Some young young men, breaking from a street near by, began to sing. "We shouldn't have that sort of thing at home."
"No," said Mrs. Bowen pensively.