He had been for some time in an office in England, whither they had telegraphed to him from Paris, and he joined them at Cologne.
It was already more than half settled, that Gabriel should take Rachel's place with Barnett Brothers in Paris, a prospect at which he was quite overjoyed.
The wedding-breakfast was served at the Hotel d'Angleterre, in one of the large _salons_ looking out on the Kongen's Nytorv.

Every one was in the highest spirits, and Morten made a speech in which he remarked, that Garman and Worse would now again become a reality.
"And my old enemy Aalbom ?" asked Gabriel at dessert.
"Oh, he is the same as ever," answered Morten.

"The other day he made a virulent speech somewhere about the Garman dynasty.

He is terribly bitter since we have ceased inviting him to Sandsgaard." "Poor Aalbom!" said Gabriel, thoughtfully.

He was so happy himself, and in such a forgiving mood, that he sat down at a table by the window, and began sketching, with the greatest care and attention, the equestrian statue on the Kongen's Nytorv.