I am lonesome.

In all Bleiberg I haven't a soul to talk to, excepting the hotel waiters, and they are uninteresting.

Grant me the privilege of conversing with you for a moment.

We shall never meet again; and I should not know you if we did.

Whether you are old or young, plain or beautiful, it matters not.
My only wish is to talk to a woman, to hear a woman's voice." "Shall I call a gendarme, Monsieur, and have him search for your nurse ?" The attitude which accompanied these words was anything but assuring.
He, however, evinced no alarm.