"I am awfully sorry--I am indeed.

I wish I had not bullied you so." Malcolm smiled a little sadly.
"Never mind that now.

I only want to say this, we must take our punishment like men, and not whine like fractious children who want the moon--the moon is no nearer for all that." He sighed a little bitterly, for he was tired and depressed; and after that Cedric was more reasonable, and Malcolm regained some of his lost influence.
It was nearly morning before Malcolm could induce him to lie down on the couch; he had flatly refused to take possession of Malcolm's bed.
"I could not rest quietly in bed," he said piteously; "let me lie here while you write your letter;" for it had been arranged between them that Malcolm should send a note to Dinah by the early post; but long before the letter was written the worn-out lad was sleeping heavily.
Malcolm covered him up with rugs before he slipped out to the post.
Malcolm did not write a very long letter.
"I found Cedric here on my return home," he wrote.

"He was very excited and unhappy, and I had great difficulty in bringing him to a reasonable frame of mind; but he is calmer now, and is at present asleep on my couch.

I am going with him to Oxford to-morrow, and shall probably remain with him for a day or two.