"Women are frightful," Yojirō remarked.
"I know they're frightful," Sanshirō replied.
Yojirō burst out laughing. His laughter rang loudly through the still of the evening. "What do you know? How could you know?"
Yojirō's rebuke left Sanshirō dispirited.
"The weather will be fine again tomorrow. Field day should be great fun. Lovely young ladies will turn out in droves. You should come and see."
They continued through the darkness to the student assembly hall. Electric light shone from within.
They wound their way through a wood-planked corridor and entered the main hall. Early arrivals had already clustered into three groups of varying sizes. There were also some others off to the side, quietly perusing the hall's collection of magazines and newspapers. Conversation could be heard on all sides, and it seemed there were more conversations than there were groups. The tone of the conversations was relatively subdued. The tobacco smoke that curled toward the ceiling was far more animated.
By and by, more arrived. Shadowy forms emerged intermittently from the darkness, appearing in the drafty corridor. One by one they set foot into the light of the room. Sometimes five or six in succession would step into the light. After a while, the party was more or less assembled.
Since their arrival, Yojirō had moved busily about the smoke-filled room, engaging in quiet conversations. Sanshirō followed his movements, thinking he must be setting his plan into motion.
A short while later, the secretary called in a loud voice for everyone to take a seat. The table, of course, had been prepared in advance. In a mass of confusion they all took seats. There was no assigned order. Dinner began.