I saw my family."

"Thostrup!" exclaimed Wilhelm, through whom a thought suddenly
flashed, "I should also like to see my family; they have written to
me to come. Listen: make your journey through Funen, and only
remain three or four days with us. My mother's carriage shall
convey you then to Middelfart. Say 'Yes,' and we will set out this
evening."

"That cannot be done!" replied Otto; but half an hour later, as
both sat together over the tea-table, and Wilhelm repeated his
wish, Otto consented, but certainly more through a feeling of
obligation than through any pleasure of his own. Toward evening,
therefore, they set out in the beautiful summer night to travel
through Zealand.

Smartly dressed families wandered pleasantly through the city gate
toward the summer theatre and Fredericksberg. The evening sun shone
upon the column of Liberty; the beautiful obelisk, around which
stand Wiedewelt's statues, one of which still weeps,
"In white marble clothing,
Hand upon the breast,
Ever grief-oppressed,
Looking down upon the gloomy sea,"
where were closed the eyes of the artist. Was it the remembrance
which here clouded Otto's glance, as his eye rested upon the
statues as they drove past, or did his own soul, perhaps, mirror
itself in his eyes?

"Here it is gay and animated!" said Wilhelm, wishing to commence a