And yonder, south of us, in the black starlight, drift the batteaux, dropping down to Easton under the very sky that shines above us here....

If Lana be asleep at this moment I do not know....

She tells me I have broke her heart--but yet will have none of me....

Tells me my duty lies elsewhere; that I shall make amends.

How can a man make amends when his heart lies not in the deed ?...