academy, and the university. But I do not count much on these
superficial acquaintances--I have really only one friend."

"Who is she"

"He is called Paul Haber, and is Assistant of Chemistry at the
Agricultural College."

"A nice man?"

"Oh, yes."

"How old is he?"

"About a year older than I am."

"What is he like?"

Wilhelm smiled.

"I believe he is very good-looking, strong, not very tall, with a
fair mustache, otherwise closely shaved, and with short hair, not
like me! He thinks a good deal of appearance, and always knows what
sort of ties are worn. He dances well, and is very pleased if people
take him for an officer in civilian's clothes. But he is a true
soul, and has a heart of gold. He is clever too, practical, and
would do for me as much as I would do for him with all my heart."

"Hardly one unpleasant word for an absent friend. That is scarcely
as my friends speak of me," and she quietly added: "Nor as I speak