"Come, give us no follies, or I shall grow restive." Hand-organs, drums, and trumpets, roared against each other; Bajazzo growled; a couple of hoarse girls sang and twanged upon the guitar: it was comic or affecting, just as one was disposed.

The evening approached, and now the crowd became greater, the joy more noisy.
"But where is Otto ?" inquired Wilhelm.

Otto had vanished in the crowd.
Search after him would help nothing, chance must bring them together again.

Had he designedly withdrawn himself?
no one knew wherefore, no one could dream what had passed within his soul.

It became evening.
The highway and the foot-path before the park resembled two moving gay ribbons.
In the park itself the crowd perceptibly diminished.