…taking　is　an　ideal　one。　Why　not；　then；　leave　the　leave…taking　at　that？　Always；　departing　friends　implore　us　not　to　bother　to　e　to　the　railway　station　next　morning。　Always；　we　are　deaf　to　these　entreaties；　knowing　them　to　be　not　quite　sincere。　The　departing　friends　would　think　it　very　odd　of　us　if　we　took　them　at　their　word。　Besides；　they　really　do　want　to　see　us　again。　And　that　wish　is　heartily　reciprocated。　We　duly　turn　up。　And　then；　oh　then；　what　a　gulf　yawns！　We　stretch　our　arms　vainly　across　it。　We　have　utterly　lost　touch。　We　have　nothing　at　all　to　say。　We　gaze　at　each　other　as　dumb　animals　gaze　at　human　beings。　We“make　conversation”—and　such　conversation！　We　know　that　these　friends　are　the　friends　from　whom　we　parted　overnight。　They　know　that　we　have　not　altered。　Yet；　on　the　surface；　everything　is　different；　and　the　tension　is　such　that　we　only　long　for　the　guard　to　blow　his　whistle　and　put　an　end　to　the　farce。書包　網　。　想看書來

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On　a　cold　grey　morning　of　last　week　I　duly　turned　up　at　Euston；　to　see　off　an　old　friend　who　was　starting　for　America。

Overnight；　we　had　given　him　a　farewell　dinner；　in　which　sadness　was　well　mingled　with　festivity3。　Years　probably　would　elapse　before　his　return。　Some　of　us　might　never　see　him　again。　Not　ignoring　the　shadow　of　the　future；　we　gaily　celebrated　the　past。　We　were　as　thankful　to　have　known　our　guest　as　we　were　grieved　to　lose　him；　and　both　these　emotions　were　made　manifest。　It　was　a　perfect　farewell。

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