Yet, since no work was actually required on this night, none was done.
Midshipmen wandered about in their own rooms and visited.

The more they realized the defeat, the bluer they became.

From some rooms came sounds of laughter, but it was hollow.
Farley got out a banjo, breaking into a lively darky reel.

Yet, somehow, the sound was mournful.
"Please stop that dirge and play something cheerful!" begged the voice of a passing midshipman.
"Put the lyre away, Farl," advised Page.

"Nothing sounds happy to-night." "We love to sing and dance.