At Tempest I dared not look, or at my fellow-Philosophers.
What had I done?
What was to become of me?
How could I get out of it?
These were the three questions which set my poor brain spinning as I wandered off alone to the remotest corner of the quadrangle, and as, later on, I lay miserably awake in my bed.
I had done my friend about as much harm as I possibly could.

I may not have meant it.

But who cares what a fellow means, so long as he acts like a cad?
As to what was to become of me, I had had a taste of that already.

The faggery door had been locked against me, and a missive shoved under the bottom had apprised me of my fate in that quarter.
"To Beast Sarah.
"Take notice that you are kicked out of the Philosophers, and if you dare show your abominable face within a mile of them you'll get it all over with rulers.

It has been resolved by Mr Langrish and seconded by Mr Trimble, and passed by all the lot, that you be and are hereby kicked whenever any one sees you.