he would at least remain no longer than was absolutely necessary.
Little by little he became calmer, but a deep melancholy descended upon him. He had felt the unspeakable agony of disappointment in his first love, and when his eye fell on his own image in the mirror, he shook his head compassionately.
The captain now returned, well-brushed and spick and span. He opened a conversation about the politics of the day. It was with difficulty that Cousin Hans could even give short and common-place answers; it seemed as though all that had interested him in Captain Schrappe had entirely evaporated. And now Hans remembered that on the way home from the esplanade he had promised to give him the whole sham-fight in Sweden after supper.
"Will you come, please; supper is ready," said Miss Betty, opening the door into the dining-room, which was lighted with candles.
Cousin Hans could not help eating, for he was hungry; but he looked down at his plate and spoke little.
Thus the conversation was at first confined for the most part to the father and daughter. The captain, who thought that this bashful young man was embarrassed by Miss Betty's presence, wanted to give him time to collect himself.
"How is it you haven't invited Miss Beck this evening, since she's leaving town to-morrow?" said
