"You are right," said Milenko seriously; "you can't make love to a married woman. It's a crime, first of all; then you might get her into trouble, and find yourself some day or other in a mess."
"You are right."
The two friends were silent for a moment; then Milenko, thinking to have caught the dilemma by its horns, said:
"Wouldn't it be the same thing if you made love to some other pretty damsel?"
Uros shook his head doubtfully.
"Darinka, our neighbour Ivo's daughter, is a very nice girl."
"Very."
"Well, don't you think you might fall in love with her?" asked
Milenko, coaxingly.
"No, I don't think I could."
"Then there is Liepa, for instance; she is as lovely as her name; moreover, I think she looks a little like Milena."