Presently a gentleman entered, and Mrs.Dana said: "Colonel Meehan, this is my particular friend, Henry Waterman, who has been teaching music out in the country, and wants to go up the river.
You will give him a pass, I am sure." It was the provost marshal, who answered, "certainly." Now was my time for disappearing.

But Mrs.Dana would not listen to this.

General Dana would never forgive her if she let me go.

Besides, there was to be a supper and a dance.

I sat down again very much disconcerted.