My friend's ship is at Portsmouth at present, and doubtless I shall receive an answer in the course of a few days.

Until then, the less we see each other, the more pleasant for us both." There were few more miserable boys in England than Richard Horton, during the week which elapsed before the answer to the squire's letter was received.

It cannot be said that, in the true sense of the word, he was sorry for his fault.

He was furious with himself, not because he had lied, but because of the consequences of the lie.

A thousand times he called himself a fool for having imperilled his position, and risked being sent back again to the dingy house in London, merely to excuse himself for being thrashed by a boy smaller than himself.