Oh to be young and rich and handsome, and famous and learned in
sciences!... There she goes....

Before leaving the churchyard I found a serviceable thumbnail and put it
in my pocket. I waited a little, peering this way and that, and listening,
but all was still. No voice came saying, "That's mine!"




XII


Falkenberg and I set out. It is evening; cool air and a lofty sky with
stars lighting up. I persuaded him to go round by way of the churchyard;
in my foolishness I wished to go that way, to see if there should be light
in one little window down at the vicarage. Oh to be young and rich and....

We walked some hours, having but little weight to carry, and, moreover, we
were two wanderers still a bit strange each to the other, so we could talk
a little. We passed by the first trading station, and came to another; we
could see the tower of the annexe church in the evening light.

From sheer habit I would have gone into the churchyard here as well. I
said:

"What do you think? We might find a place here for the night?"

"No sense on earth in that," said Falkenberg, "when there's hay in every