I began to wonder whether every one that wore a
uniform of grey and white with gilt buttons made it his
amusement to play upon the ignorance of uninitiated people;
but on reflection I could not think Mr. Thorold had done so. I
resolved to be careful how I trusted the rest of the cadets,
even Preston; and indeed, my companion remarked that I had
better not believe anything I heard without asking him. We ran
down and inspected the casemates; and then took our seats
again for one last look on the eastern parapet. The river and
hills were growing lovely in cooler lights; shadow was
stealing over the plain.
"Shall I see you to-morrow evening?" my companion asked
suddenly.
"To-morrow evening?" I said. "I don't know. I suppose we shall
be at home."
"Then I shall _not_ see you. I meant, at the hop."
"The hop?" I repeated. "What is that?"
"The cadets' hop. During the encampment we have a hop three
times a week — a cotillion party. I hope you will be there.
Haven't you received an invitation?"
"I think not," I said.
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