No; he had not seen them anywhere.
“Do go and look about for them; they have gone to the dancing-ground. Tell them not to be too wild, or else they will catch cold.”
Paul rose.
“I will go with you,” said Elsbeth.
“May I not come too, little cousin?” asked cousin Leo.
“You had better remain here,” she answered, lightly, whereupon he declared he should be obliged to kill himself for grief.
“A merry bird,” said Paul, with a sigh of envy, as he walked at her side through the crowd.
“Yes; but nothing more,” she replied.
“Do you like him?”
“Certainly; very much.