Came the Dawn.

In spite of their new sophistication and dignity, the young people reacted to Rudolph's music as spontaneously and simply as any other Gym, crowds—gambolled hilariously to the military two-step, floated dreamily through the Valeta, grew romantic over the Destiny waltz and were properly reluctant to end the last dance. And when the Commissionaire flashed his torch through the darkness upstairs maybe he caught an echo of the promises and sighs still lingering there. . . .

But the Initiation is over, promises are fragile things, and the wheel of university life is turning.