No--it neither deceived nor startled me; I have often heard it before, when you were nowhere near.

And, that I may answer your question more completely, I answer it again: Yes, I miss you; so that I hear your voice through every silence; all voids are gay with it; there are no lonely places where my steps pass, because you are always near; no stillness through which your voice does not sound; no unhappiness, no sordid cares which the memory of you does not make easier to endure.
"Have I answered?
And now, good-night.

Gerald has just come in; I hear him passing through the hall to his own apartments.

So I'll drop in for a smoke with him before I start to search for you in dreamland.

Good-night, Eileen.