M'Clare says in a bemused sort of way He will be thirty-seven in a couple of months.
I say, "I will be twenty-four next week and your arithmetic is still screwy; and here is another datum you got wrong. I do love you. Very much."
Then other things which I remember all right, I shall keep them to remember any time I am tired, sick, cold, hungry Hundred-and-ninety--; but they are not for writing down.
Then I suppose at some point we agreed it is time for me to go, because I find myself outside the cabin and there is Colonel Delano-Smith.
He makes me a small speech about various matters ending that he hears he has to congratulate me.
Oh, Space and Time did one of those unimitigated so-and-sos, my dear classmates, leave M'Clare's communicator on?
The colonel says he heard I did very well in my Examinations.
Sweet splitting photons I forgot all about Finals.
It is just as well my Education has come to an honorable end, because ... well, shades of ... well, Goodness gracious and likewise Dear me, I am going to marry a _Professor_.
Better just stick to it I am going to marry M'Clare, it makes better sense that way.
But Gosh we are going to have to do some re-adjusting to a changed Environment. Both of us.
Oh, well, M'Clare is a Professor of Cultural Engineering and I just past my Final Exams in same; surely if anyone can we should be able to work out how you live Happily Ever After?
End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Lost Kafoozalum, by Pauline Ashwell