Jordan had been dismayed, fearing that Anstey's impassioned speech might result in putting his enemy back into greater popularity than ever.
But now Jordan was reassured.

He was satisfied that things were still moving in his direction, and that Prescott's proud spirit would soon lead him into some action that must make the breach with the class wider than ever.
At noon the next day Prescott returned from the second drill of the forenoon.

In his absence a mail orderly had been around.

An envelope lay on the table addressed to Dick.
"From Laura," he exclaimed in delight.
"That'll cheer you some," smiled Greg.
"Why it's postmarked from New York," continued Dick swiftly.
"Whew! She must be headed this way!" Hurriedly Prescott tore the envelope open.
"It couldn't have happened at a worse time," he muttered, turning white.
"What ?" "Laura, Mrs.Bentley and Belle Meade are in New York, and will reach here this afternoon.

Laura says they have learned that there is a hop on to-night, and they are bringing their prettiest frocks." "Whew! That is a facer!" breathed Greg in perplexity.
"Of course I can't take Laura to the hop." "You can, if you have the nerve," insisted Greg.
"And I have the nerve!" retorted Dick defiantly.