make Uncle Frederick stop there until after ten. At last he seemed to discern a small white object far up the avenue; it was Uncle Frederick's white waistcoat approaching.
Hans rose from the bench and said very seriously, "Good-evening!"
Uncle Frederick was not at all fond of meeting solitary men in dark avenues; so it was a great relief to him to recognize his nephew.
"Oh, is it only you, Hans, old fellow?" he said cordially.
"What are you lying in ambush here for?"
"I was waiting for you," answered Hans, in a sombre tone of voice.
"Indeed? Is there anything wrong with you? Are you ill?"
"Don't ask me," answered Cousin Hans. This would at any other time have been enough to call forth a hail-storm of questions from Uncle Frederick.
But this evening he was so much taken up with his own experiences that for the moment he put his nephew's affairs aside.
"I can tell you, you were very foolish," he said, "not to go with me to Aunt Maren's. We have had such a jolly evening, I'm sure you would have enjoyed it. The fact is, it was a sort of farewell party in honour of a young lady who's leaving town to-morrow."
A horrible foreboding seized Cousin Hans.
