There was to be a hop that night, but he could not "drag" the girl who had been so staunch and sweet.
On this Saturday, when he need not study much, Dick found himself in a dull rage with his helplessness.

The day was bright, clear, cold and sunny, but the young cadet's soul was dark and moody.
Would this suspense never end?
Dinner was to him merely another phase of duty.

He had no real appetite; he would have preferred to sit brooding at his study table.
The meal over, the battalion marched back, halting, still in formation, at the north side of barracks near the sally-port.
The cadet captain in command of the battalion read some unimportant notices.

Dick did not even hear them.

He knew his fate was not to come to him through this channel.
While the reading was going on the Adjutant of the Military Academy came through the sally-port leisurely, as soon as he saw that the men were still in ranks.
Dick did not see the Adjutant, either.