"I hear you are going away," she said in a low tone, "so I thought I would come and say good-bye to you, seeing you hadn't come to me."
"Dear, is that you, Marit! I'll come up to you."
"No, don't, I've been here so long, and then I should have to stay still longer, and no one knows where I am, so I must be quick home."
"It was kind of you to come," said he.
"I couldn't bear that you should leave in that way Ovind; we have known each other since we were children."
"Yes, we have."
"And now we haven't spoken to each other for half-a-year."
"No we haven't."
"We were separated so strangely that time too."
"Yes, I think I must come up to you."