But look at the clock upon the wall! and remember that this is Saturday night.
The last joke has shaken the house, the last song died away; the gay company pours out of the old doors, and the Hundredth Night is over.
XLIV
PRESSING ON
I work with fury and delight, because I must get on, and I do get on. —Baron Bunsen.
Morning by morning now the shortening roll of days makes part of the cadet breakfast.
"Ninety-nine days to June!"
"Ninety-eight days to June!"
"Ninety-seven days to June!"
And all listen, and every heart takes a lighter bound. Ask any man, from now on, what is the news, and the odds are that you will get for answer: