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 of my friends.