I glanced once more round the room to see if I had left anything.

Nino was still sitting in his chair, his head bent, and his eyes staring at the floor.
"Nino," I said, "I am going now.

Here is another candle, which you will need before long, for these tallow things are very short." Indeed, the one that burned was already guttering low in the old brass candlestick.

Nino rose and shook himself.
"My dear friend," he said, taking me by both hands, "you know that I am grateful to you.

I thank you and thank you again with all my heart.
Yes, you ought to go now, for the time is approaching.