He didn't say much at first.

Then, all of a sudden, he began to talk, about anything and everything.

And I knew, by the way he did it, that he'd just happened to think he'd got to talk.
And how he talked! He asked me was I warmly clad (and here it is August!), and did I have a good breakfast, and how old was I, and did I enjoy my studies--which shows how little he was really thinking what he was saying.

He knows school closed ages ago.

Wasn't he teaching me himself the last of it, too?
All around us were flowers and birds, and oh, so many, many lovely things.