 If you only knew what it's like to be shut up for months on end. The very thought of walking about among people again. Oh, well, no good thinking of that. You'll come tonight for sure, won't you? For sure. You can expect me around about ten o'clock. Ten? That's late. Well, it doesn't get dark till nearly nine. Yeah, that's right. And you're just as anxious to keep out of sight as I am. Wouldn't do to be seen with me, would it?