What was the use of keeping it up?
Tempest, ten to one, was expelled.

Dicky Brown, once my inferior, could put me on my back.

The Philosophers hated me.

Mr Sharpe had marked me down for exemplary punishment, and publicly denounced me as the worst boy in the house.
And all this in a single term.

What, I wondered, would it be like, if I remained, at the end of a second term?
I looked dismally into Tempest's study--he was not back.