She would carry the heavy revolver in her work-bag. Before slipping it in, she kissed it several times, and said: "Watch over him faithfully, destroy his enemies, and lead him on to victory." It was a genuine consecration of arms. At five o'clock sharp the door opposite creaked on its hinges. She glided into the hall. On the porch they shook hands. His eyes were bleared, yet he looked rather enterprising. There was even something of the beau in his get-up. He wore his hat tilted a bit to one side, and in his left hand swung a light bamboo cane tipped by the head of a sea gull in silver. Lilly stammered congratulations. He thanked somewhat condescendingly, as if so insignificant a matter were not worth all that to-do. "We loaf about dreadfully now," he went on. "I can't say I get a great deal of sport out of it, but a fellow has to know something of the follies of human life, too." When they passed St. Anne's, a thought suddenly flashed into Lilly's mind, which filled her with bliss. If they were to go into the church for a moment, the sin of silence would be removed from her soul, and St. Joseph could even bestow his blessing on the day. Timidly she gave voice to her wish--and found herself in a pretty mess. "I am a free-thinker," he said, "I would never go counter to my convictions. Nevertheless, it is an enlightened man's duty to be tolerant, and if you want to go in, I will wait outside." No, she no longer wanted to, and she was terribly ashamed. Of course, he could not know what close connection existed between St. Joseph and his good fortune. Otherwise he would not have been so ungrateful. They walked in silence through the deserted streets of the suburbs. The fog lifted a little. Lilly chilled through and through shivered at each step. Perhaps excitement was the cause. On the whole, however, she felt much calmer than she had expected to. Everything was so altogether, altogether different. A little disenchantment had occurred, she did not know how. She cast a yearning gaze down the street, at the end of which dark trees showed their heads. "When once we are out there!" she thought, and clenched her teeth to keep them from chattering. The silence began to paralyse her thoughts. She would gladly have started a conversation, had she been able to think of a suitable beginning. A baker's boy was walking ahead of them whistling. "When we worked all night," said Fritz Redlich suddenly, "we always bought warm rolls. We might get some now." Lilly became joyous again. To be sure, had he said "we might steal some," she would have liked it better. The baker's boy was not permitted to sell his rolls--just the right number for delivery had been doled out to him--but on the opposite side was an open shop. When Lilly saw her hero reappear with a large bag in his hand, she had a pleasant sensation, as if they were beginning housekeeping together.