Corvick's Infatuation With Vericur

I was out in the cold, while by the evening fire under the lamp they followed the chase for which I myself had sounded the horn. They would scarce have got so wound up, I think, if they hadn't been in love. Poor Vericur's inner meaning gave them endless occasion to put and to keep their young heads together. The hours spent there by Corvik were present to my fancy as those of a chess player bent with a silent scowl over his board and his moves. On the other side of the table was a ghostlier form, the faint figure of an antagonist, good humoredly but a little weirdly secure,. An antagonist who leaned back in his chair