At the Zwolf-Apostelkirche she wore her heavy silk dress and all the family ornaments, as on the Sundays at church at Stettin.

Her bent figure was straighter than usual, and a smile of proud satisfaction lighted up her pale, melancholy face.

Several rich friends from Stettin had come over to Berlin for the wedding.

She leaned on the arm of the bridegroom's father, Herr Haber, a dignified old gentleman with a long beard.

Paul wore his uniform and a Japanese order, which had been conferred on him by a Japanese pupil at his lectures on agricultural chemistry.