t!"

The doctor went off straight to the office, and succeeded in frightening
Morten to such a degree that the journey was arranged for the next week.

Jacob Worse's "disappearance," as it was called, caused a great
sensation, and the astonishment did not diminish when a telegram
arrived, announcing his engagement to Rachel Garman. At the same time he
begged Morten to arrange everything for the wedding, as they intended to
be married shortly after their return home.

Morten, after consulting his wife, answered that the doctor had ordered
him off to Carlsbad at once; but he proposed to meet them both in
Copenhagen, where the wedding might take place. He received an answer
assenting to his proposal, and the day was fixed. Although he had not
been consulted, Morten was much pleased with the match.

During the last six years, he had often thought upon the advice his
father had given him before his death, when he had advised him to take
Jacob Worse into partnership. Morten had never mentioned the idea to any
one. He could not reconcile himself to such a humiliation. Now the
opportunity came of itself, and at a most fortunate time, when he was on
the point of starting for abroad. Worse would, therefore, be able to get
an insight into everything during his absence, and there were some weak
places in the business which were causing Morten much uneasiness.
Matters of this nature are more easily got over when they can be
explained by letter.

The wedding thus took place in Copenhagen. Gabriel was present at the
ceremony. 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 do