There is no one else but us two in the falling night, as though people had agreed not to show themselves yet to this man who comes back.
"There--now we're at home," says Marie, at last.
We sit down, facing each other.
"What are we going to do ?" "We're going to live." "We're going to live." I ponder.

She looks at me stealthily, with that mysterious expression of anguish which gets over me.

I notice the precautions she takes in watching me.

And once it seemed to me that her eyes were red with crying.

I--I think of the hospital life I am leaving, of the gray street, and the simplicity of things.
* * * * * * A day has slipped away already.