"He-He's not crazy about me, he... He said he liked Runa, m-my fiancée, I mean. He... He's glad we're together." Even with all his protests and initial certainty, he starts to feel more and more unsure. When others had affections for him he'd been clueless, oblivious to all the warning signs that others seemed to pick out so easily.

He rubs the back of his head and then grasps a clump of his own hair as if it might help him think. "This isn't right. I... I'm sure he's not in love with me... I think." Viatorus looks at Lawrence, brow furrowed with worry. "Isidor would have talked to him about it if she even suspected. She'd know. She always knows. And she'd... sort it out."