In the mean time his composure was destroyed.

He looked on Jacobi, and observed his glances and his feelings; he looked on Elise, and saw that she was uneasy, and avoided his eye.
A horrible spasmodic feeling thrilled through his soul; in order to conceal what he felt he became more than usually animated, yet there was a something hostile, a something sternly sarcastic in his words, which still, on account of the general gaiety, remained unobserved by most.
Never before was Assessor Munter so cheerful, so comically cross with all mankind.

Mrs.Gunilla and he shouted as if desperate against each other.

The company rose from the supper-table in full strife, and adjourned to the dancing-room.
"Music, in heaven's name! music!" exclaimed the Assessor with a gesture of despair, and Elise and the Colonel's widow hastened to the piano.

It was a pleasant thought, after the screaming of that rough voice had been heard, to play one of Blangini's beautiful night-pieces, which seem to have been inspired by the Italian heaven, and which awaken in the soul of the hearer a vision of those summer nights, with their flowery meadows, of their love, of their music, and of all their unspeakable delights.
"_Un' eterna constanza in amor!_" were the words which, repeated several times with the most bewitching modulations, concluded the song.
"_Un' eterna constanza in amor!_" repeated the Candidate, softly and passionately pressing his hand to his heart, as he followed Elise to a window, whither she had gone to gather a rose for her rival.