He threw his arm violently round her waist, riveted his eyes upon her with a glance that seemed as if it would penetrate into her inmost soul.
"Ernst, Ernst, be calm!" whispered she, deeply moved by his state of mind, the cause of which she imagined.

He seized her hand and pressed it to his forehead--it was damp and cold; the next moment he was gone.
We will now return to the Candidate.
Wine and love, and excited expectation, had so inflamed the imagination of the young man, that he hardly knew what he did--whether he walked, or whether he flew; and more than once, in descending the stairs, had he nearly precipitated Mrs.Gunilla, who exclaimed with kindness, but some little astonishment, "The Cross preserve me! I cannot imagine, heart's-dearest, how either you or I go to-night! I think we are all about to--see, now again, all's going mad .-- No, I thank you, I'll take care of my nose, crooked as it is.

I think I can go safer by myself.

I can hold by----" "A thousand thousand times pardon," interrupted the Candidate, whilst he pressed Mrs.Gunilla's arm tightly; "it is all my fault.

But now we will go safely and magnificently; I was a little dizzy!" "Dizzy!" repeated she.