Yes I consider myself a lucky fellow.

"June 1.--I am all out of sorts to-night. Things have not gone
smoothly at the Citadel to-day. I was again reprimanded by that old
bald-headed Brown. He must forget that I am a man, and not a mere
boy. I don't care whether 'I pass,' or not, as the boys say.

"'Deficient in mathematics,' the professor said, gravely; and I
suppose I am. I never could endure figures, and yet I must make my
living by them.

"French I understand pretty well. I depend upon that to help me
through.

"George Marshall will do all he can for me, I know; there's no
better cadet in the institute; old Brown says that himself. I find
that George was right when he told me long ago that I had too many
thoughts in my head about the girls. Deuce take the thoughts! but
they are there. My very proper and punctilious mother, too, has been
scoring me lately. Somehow she found out my fancy. Whew! how she did
scold me! Said she would like to know if I had forgotten the blood
that flowed in the Le Grande veins! If I were lost to family pride
and honor so far as to mingle my blood with that of the old
pawnbroker, Mordecai! How she looked! How she stamped the floor with
her dainty foot when I hinted at the fact that my maternal
grandfather was neither duke nor lord! How she hushed my
'impertinence,' as she styled it, with such invectives as 'fool,
idiot, plebeian'! Heigho! But I felt that it was unmanly in me to
provoke mother so, and I begged her pardon.