Good-night." And so the two hurry off horribly scared; the idea of having to leave has never crossed their minds, and is quite unbearable.
As they go out, they meet at the door old Holmes, a sturdy, cheery prepostor of another house, who goes in to the Doctor; and they hear his genial, hearty greeting of the newcomer, so different to their own reception, as the door closes, and return to their study with heavy hearts, and tremendous resolves to break no more rules.
Five minutes afterwards the master of their form--a late arrival and a model young master--knocks at the Doctor's study-door.

"Come in!" And as he enters, the Doctor goes on, to Holmes--"You see, I do not know anything of the case officially, and if I take any notice of it at all, I must publicly expel the boy.

I don't wish to do that, for I think there is some good in him.

There's nothing for it but a good sound thrashing." He paused to shake hands with the master, which Holmes does also, and then prepares to leave.
"I understand.

Good-night, sir." "Good-night, Holmes.