have enjoyed himself, too, if only his conscience had not so bitterly upbraided him for his nefarious love for his brother's "future wife."
When the evening began to grow cool the party went in-doors, and the dancing began.
Ola did not dance much at any time, but to-day he was not at all in the humour. He occupied himself in observing Hans, who spent the whole evening in worshipping his lady love. A spasm shot through Ola's heart when he saw the light green frock whirl away in his brother's arms, and it seemed to him that they danced every dance together.
At last came the time for breaking up. Most of the older folks had already taken their departure in their respective carriages, the young people having resolved to see each other home in the delicious moonlight.
But when the last galop was over, the hostess would not hear of the young ladies going right out into the evening air, while they were still warm with dancing. She therefore decreed half-an-hour for cooling down, and, to occupy this time in the pleasantest manner, she begged Cousin Hans to sing a little song.
He was ready at once; he was not one of those foolish people who require pressing; he knew quite well the value of his talent.
There was, however, this peculiarity about Hans's singing, or rather about its reception, that
