He thought again and again, but it was no use; only one thing was clear--he _had_, not the money, and could not get it.

Miserable boy! It was too late then! for him repentance was to be made impossible; every time he attempted it he was to be thwarted by some fresh discovery.

And, leaning his head on his open palms, poor Eric sobbed like a child.
Five pounds! 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! He was sure it would break his mother's heart.