"Louis Mortimer--it is all true--but what shall I do ?" Louis was so startled that he could not answer at first: at last he replied, "Go and tell the doctor yourself--that will be much the best way." "Listen to me a moment--just listen a moment--as soon as Dr.Wilkinson knows it, I shall be expelled, and I shall be ruined for life.

What I have suffered, Louis! Oh--you see how it was; I dared not tell about it--how can I hope you can forgive me ?" "I think you must have seen that I forgave you long ago," replied Louis; "I wish I could do any thing for you, Ferrers, but you cannot expect me to bear the blame of this any longer.

I think if you tell it to the doctor yourself, he will, perhaps, overlook it, and I will beg for you." "Oh, Louis!" said Ferrers, seizing the passive hand, and speaking more vehemently; "you heard what the doctor said, and he will do it--and for one fault to lose all my prospects in life! I shall leave at the holidays, and then I will tell Dr.Wilkinson; will you--can you--to save a fellow from such disgrace, spare me a little longer?
There are only four weeks--oh, Louis! I shall be eternally obliged--but if you could tell--I have a father--just think how yours would feel.

Louis, will you, can you do this very great favor for me?
I don't deserve any mercy from you, I know; but you are better than I am." All the bright visions of acknowledged innocence fled, and a blank seemed to come over poor Louis' soul.

The sacrifice seemed far too great, and he felt as if he were not called to make it; and yet--a glance at Ferrers' face--his distress, but not his meanness, struck him.