He would have to get up presently, dress, and keep his appointment. His appointment! Ah! Wide awake now, our journalist considered the situation.
A couple of days ago the adjutant had announced:
"Corporal Vinson, you have eight days' leave: you can quit barracks at noon to-morrow."
Fandor had been given leave several times already: he merely replied:
"Thanks, Lieutenant."
He then looked out for a post card from the spies, appointing a rendezvous. A letter was handed to him by the post sergeant.
The letter commenced:
"My dearest darling"....
"Ah!" thought Fandor. "Now I am indeed a soldier. I receive a love letter!"