What a pity that you don't dance, it would be so lovely.

Oh! if only you knew how Fraulein S----admires you, and how angry all the ladies are that you won't be introduced to them." And Wilhelm thanked her with the same quiet smile, took her fingers when he could and pressed them, and stayed in his window corner.
Presently Loulou went toward someone in the room, who looked back at the same time toward Wilhelm.

It was his friend Paul Haber, for whom he had obtained an invitation.

Paul looked at him proudly and gayly.

His short hair was beautifully cut and brushed, his thick blonde mustache curled in the most approved fashion.