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No! he could not meet Wildney as a sick and ragged sailor-boy; perhaps even he might not be recognised if he did. He drew back, and hid himself till the merry-hearted pair had passed, and it was almost with a pang of jealousy that he saw how happy Wildney could be, while he was thus; but he cast aside the unworthy thought at once. "After all, how is poor Charlie to know what has happened to me?"
He meant to go to his study, collect the few presents, which were his dearest mementos of Russell, Wildney, and his other friends above all, Vernon's likeness and then make his escape from the building, using for the last time the broken pane and loosened bar in the corridor, with which past temptations had made him so familiar. He turned the handle of the door and pushed, but it did not yield.
"Well, who'll take part?" No one offered. "What! are we all turning sneaks and cowards? Here, Wildney, won't you? you were abusing Rose just now." "Yes, I will," said Wildney, but with no great alacrity. "You'll not have done till you've got us all expelled, I believe." "Fiddle-stick end! and what if we are? besides, he can't expel half the school."
Graham, and tell you the whole dodge ready prepared to-night at bed-time." After lights were put out, Wildney came up to the study according to promise, and threw out hints about the proposed plan. He didn't tell it plainly, because Duncan was there, but Duncan caught enough to guess what was intended, and said, when Wildney had gone "Take my advice, and have nothing to do with this, Eric."
Forgetful for the moment of his condition, Eric moved across the street. Wildney was walking with his cousin, a beautiful girl, some four years older than himself, whom he was evidently patronising immensely. They were talking very merrily, and Eric overheard the word Roslyn.
"I expect Eric won't see everything so much couleur de Rose now, as the French frog hath it," remarked Graham. "It was too bad to stand by and triumph, certainly," observed Wildney. "I say, you fellows," remonstrated Wright, who, with Vernon, was sitting reading a book at one of the desks, "all that isn't fair.
He handed the pigeons to the others, who instantly wrung their necks. "I'm nearly sure I heard somebody stir," said Wildney; "we haven't been half quiet enough. Here! let's crouch down in this corner." All four shrank up as close to the wall as they could, and held their breath. Some one was certainly stirring, and at last they heard the window open. A head was thrust out, and Mr.
Rowlands to forgive us only this once." "Yes," said Eric, starting up with sudden energy; "he shall forgive us you at any rate. I will not leave him till he does. Cheer up, Charlie, cheer up, and come along." Filled with an irresistible impulse, he pushed Carter aside, and sprang down stairs three steps at a time, with Wildney following him.
"I'd no idea Shakspeare was such immensely jolly reading," remarked Wildney naïvely. "I shall take to reading him through when I get home." "Do you remember, Eric," said Montagu, "how Rose used to chaff us in old days for our ignorance of literature, and how indignant we used to be when he asked if we'd ever heard of an obscure person called William Shakspeare?"
And all this misery was to come upon him for the want of five pounds! Expulsion was certain, was inevitable now, and perhaps for Wildney too as well as for himself. After all his fine promises in his letters home, yes, that reminded him of Vernon. The grave had not closed for a month over one brother, and the other would be expelled. Oh misery, misery!
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