“And you are going away, and will not come back any more.” “Yes,” he said. “We have comraded long together, and it has been pleasant—pleasant for both; but I must go now, and we shall not see each other any more.” “In this life, 44, but in another? We shall meet in another, surely, 44?” Then all tranquilly and soberly he made the strange answer— “There is no other.”
