"I live there."
Mark stared at the boy for a moment more, and bit his lip in uncertainty. Then he turned away and fell to pacing up and down the room, muttering to himself.
"Yes," he said, "yes, I believe she wrote it. But what on earth can it mean? What on earth can be the matter?"
Then he turned to the boy.
"Do you know what she wants?" he inquired.
"No, sir," whispered the other. "Only she told me to show you the way to her house."
"Is anything the matter?"
"I don't know; but she looked very pale."
And Mark turned away once more and fell to pacing back and forth.
"Shall I go?" he mused. "Shall I go? It's beyond cadet limits. If I'm caught it means court-martial and expulsion. There's the 'blue book' on the mantel staring at me for a warning. By jingo! I don't think I'll risk it!"