“We are alone,” said Amrie; and immediately after she felt the warm breath of her partner, who answered,—
“Oh that we were alone! Alone in the world. Why cannot we dance on so, till we die?”
“It seems to me exactly,” said Amrie, “as though we were two doves soaring in the air Ju hu, up in the Heavens!”
“Ju hu!” shouted the young man, so loud, that his voice seemed to rise in the air like a rocket.
Still more blessedly they swung round, till Amrie said, “Stay; has not the music stopped? Do they yet play? I do not hear them.”
“Yes, indeed, they are playing still. Do you not hear now?”
“Ah, now, yes,” said Amrie; and she held her breath. Her partner thought she might be exhausted and dizzy. He led her to a table, and gave her refreshment, but still held her hand; and taking into the other hand the Swedish coin that hung by her necklace, he said, “This is in a good place.”
“It came from a good hand,” answered Amrie. “I received the present when I was a little child.”
“From a relation?”
“No; the lady is not related to me.”