Your real friend,-- "Junius.
"P.S .-- Translate 'Dominat qui in se dominatur.'" The first thing that struck Dick about this extraordinary epistle was, that it was odd the ghost should write his letters on Templeton exercise paper.

It then occurred to him that it was rather rough to put him through his paces in Latin idioms at a time like this.

Couldn't the ghost get a dictionary, or ask a senior, and find out for himself?
It then occurred to him, who on earth was it who had written to him like this?
Some one who knew him, that was certain; and he almost fancied it must be some one who liked him, for a fellow wouldn't take the trouble to tell him he was a fine fellow at the beginning of the term, and all that sort of thing, unless he had a fancy for him.
What did he mean by "What are you now ?" It sounded as if he meant "You are not a fine fellow now." Rather a personal remark.
"What's it got to do with him what I am now ?" reflected Dick, digging his hands into his pockets, and resuming his promenade.

"And what does he mean by fellows leading me astray?
Like to catch any one trying it on, that's all.

Like to catch _him_, for the matter of that, for his howling cheek!" Dick sat down on one of the stone benches, and pulled out the letter for another perusal.
"'Let the Sociables alone.' Oh, ah! most likely he's been blackballed himself, and don't like any one to--.