That 'perhaps' made him sadly afraid that Elena would not come.
And supposing she really did not?
When was he likely to see her again?
Donna Bianca Dolcebuono passed, and, almost without knowing why, he attached himself to her side, saying a thousand agreeable things to her, feeling some slight comfort in her society.

He had the greatest desire to speak to her about Elena, to question her, to reassure himself; but the orchestra struck up a languorous mazurka and the Florentine countess was carried off by her partner.
Thereupon, Andrea joined a group of young men near one of the doors--Ludovico Barbarisi, the Duke di Beffi, Filippo del Gallo and Gino Bomminaco.

They were watching the couples, and exchanging observations not over refined in quality.

One of them turned to Andrea as he came up.
'Why, what has become of you this evening?
Your cousin was looking for you a moment ago.

There she is dancing with my brother now.' 'Look!' exclaimed Filippo del Gallo--'the Albonico has come back, she is dancing with Giannetto.' 'The Duchess of Scerni came back last week,' said Ludovico; 'what a lovely creature!' 'Is she here ?' 'I have not seen her yet,' Andrea's heart stopped beating for a moment, fearing that something would be said against her by one or other of these malicious tongues.
But the passing of the Princess Isse on the arm of the Danish Minister diverted their attention.