CONFESSOR. I, for instance? That's asking too much.

STRANGER. Yes. I'd forgotten! But I daresay someone could be found.
It's another thing to get a home together. ...

CONFESSOR. You're sometimes lucky, even if you won't see it.
There's a small house down there by the river; it's quite new and
the owner's never even seen it. He was an Englishman who wanted to
marry; but at the last moment _she_ broke off the engagement. It
was built by his secretary, and neither of the engaged couple ever
set eyes on it. It's quite intact, you see!

STRANGER. IS it to let?

CONFESSOR. Yes.

STRANGER. Then I'll risk it. And I'll try to begin life all over
again.

CONFESSOR. Then you'll go down?

STRANGER. Out of the clouds. Below the sun's shining, and up here
the air's a little thin.

CONFESSOR. Good! Then we must part--for a time.

STRANGER. Where are you going?

CONFESSOR. Up.