“Nonsense,” said Peter.
“No, I’m not,” said Aladdin, gloomily. “I know that. But, Peter, what is a man going to do, a single, solitary, pretty much good-for-nothing man, with three great bouncing Fates lined up against him?”
Peter laughed his big, frank laugh.
“Shall we chuck the whole thing,” said Aladdin, “until it’s time to go back to the army?”
“No,” said Peter, “that would be shirking; it’s got to be settled one way or another very quickly.” He became grave again.
“I think so, too, Peter,” said Aladdin. “And I think that if she takes one of us it will be a great sorrow for the other.”
“And for her,” said Peter, quietly.
“Perhaps,” said Aladdin, whimsically, “she won’t take either of us.”
“That,” said Peter, “should be a great sorrow for us both.”
“I know,” said Aladdin. “Anyway, there’s got to be sorrow.”