“Yes, I, too, have been in love.”
“With Boris––I know. And also Boris is in love with thee.”
“That is wrong. No longer does Boris love me.”
“But that is impossible. Love for one hour is love forever. He did love thee, then he could not forget. Never could he forget.”
“He did not notice me last night. Thou must have seen?”
“I did not notice––but I heard some talk about it. The first time thou art alone with him, he will tell thee his trouble. It is only a little cloud––it will pass.”
“I suppose the enlisting ship sails northaway first?”
“Yes, to Lerwick, though they may stop at Fair Island on the way. Boris says they could get many men there––and Boris knows.”
“Art thou going to the pier to see them leave? I suppose every one goes. Shall we go together?”