Sleep well my dear... you have your rendezvous with the Leviathans, and it would not do to...

Mr. Maranov:

Your sister is a remarkable woman. She does not make small talk. Sarah Webber:
She's unforgivable. Mr. Maranov:
No, I should not have intruded on you this morning. Sarah Webber:
Nonsense. Mr. Maranov:
No, truth. Huh huh. No, I was following an instinct of many years and your very astute sister recognized it. I have once again been set adrift. Sarah Webber:
Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Maranov. Mr. Maranov:
Oh, you needn't be my dear. I have often been adrift, but I have always stayed afloat. Sarah Webber:
But, all these years, what have you done? Mr. Maranov:
[pauses to contemplate]
I have spent my life... visiting friends. Sarah Webber:
Oh, you've been free - I envy you. Mr. Maranov:
[laughing]
I have found you out: you are a romanticist. Sarah Webber:
Do you think one can live too long? Mr. Maranov:
Life can never be too long. Sarah Webber:
Even if one outlives one's time? Mr. Maranov:
One's time is all one's time, even to the end. [motions/looks to the beach and ocean] Mr. Maranov:
You see out there, how the moon casts its silver coins along the shore? There is a treasure that can *never* be spent... Well, I must be on my way. Sarah Webber:
Will I see you in the morning? Mr. Maranov:
No, I think it is better if you do not. You have given me an evening of rare pleasure Mrs. Webber, and I shall treasure its memory. Sarah Webber:
Well, you will always be my welcome guest. Mr. Maranov:
Sleep well my dear... you have your rendezvous with the Leviathans, and it would not do to keep them waiting