"I have forgotten."
"Ei, maybe Evunia remembers a little?"
"I have forgotten."
"Thou art not polite! Let Evunia remember right off, or I shall not love Evunia."
The little girl began to rub one eye with her fist; and with the other, which was full of tears, she looked at me from under her brow, and frowning, as if to cry, her lips already quivering and in the form of a horseshoe, she said,—
"I have forgotten."
What could the poor little thing answer? Indeed, I seemed to myself idiotic, and immediately was ashamed of having spoken with deceitful tongue to that innocent little angel,—to ask one thing, wishing to learn another. Besides Evunia was the pet of the whole house, and my pet, so I did not wish to torment her any further. I kissed her, stroked her hair, and let her go. The little girl ran at once to the swing, and I walked off as wise as before, but still with the conviction in my heart that a confession had passed between Selim and Hania.
Toward evening Selim said to me,—
"I shall not see thee for a week; I am going on a journey."
"Where?" asked I, with indifference.