Here, on this island, he is seeking thee!
Hilda, he loves thee; for he told me so!
Hil. I know he loves me.
Vav.Thou hast seen him then?
Hil. I know he loves me; ay, even more,
Vavir, I know the secret of thy heart—
Poor broken heart!
Vav.Oh! sister, pardon me.
I did not seek his love—nor knew I then
That he had loved thee—Sister, pardon me,