"Oh, Orlando!" Once more he heard her speak his name, and it was like salve to a wound.
He put a hand upon himself.

"I'll go to Tralee," he said, "if you don't mind waiting here alone." "I can't.

I will not wait alone.

If you go, then I'll go too somehow....
It's twelve miles.

You couldn't get there till midnight, and you couldn't get back here with a wagon for another couple of hours from that.