“Now listen to me,” said the maiden, coming up close to him.
“Well, Adina (she’s going to confess.)”
“Why—why are you going to leave us? Why are you going away for a soldier?”
“Going to seek my fortune, Adina.”
“But—but we all like you here. And—and we should all be so sorry to part with you. And—and” (here the little right hand went to the little natty apron-pocket, and brought out a paper.) “And—and I’ve bought your discharge.”
“Ha! you love me!”
“Love you? We all love you—like you. There, take the paper. And pray keep amongst us. I dare say you will find somebody you can fall head over ears in love with; for I’m sure we all like you. Good bye.”
“But this isn’t confessing!”
“Good bye, Nemorino.”
“But—but you’re not going like that!”