“God grant that she remain one, though seas be between us!”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing more; nothing more.”
“Have you asked her?”
“Spare me. As it is, I am so sad because I am going.”
“Ketling, do you wish me to speak to her while there is time?”
Ketling considered that if Krysia wished so earnestly that their feelings should remain secret, perhaps she might be glad if an opportunity were offered of denying them openly, therefore he answered, “I assure you that that is vain, and I am so far convinced that I have done everything to drive that feeling from my head; but if you are looking for a miracle, ask.”
“Ah, if you have driven her out of your head,” said Zagloba, with a certain bitterness, “there is nothing indeed to be done. Only permit me to remark that I looked on you as
