"I have been talking to you about one whom you never knew.

You were so quiet that I seemed to be merely remembering to myself." "I was so quiet," Sylvia explained, "because I wished you to go on.

I was very glad to hear you.

It was all new and strange and very pleasant to me--this story of your friendship.

As strange and pleasant as this cool, quiet night here, a long way from the hotels and the noise, on the edge of the snow.