You mustn't think too hardly of me, Batchelor." I said nothing, but went on undressing, more perplexed than ever to know what to think.

Hawkesbury, after a warm "Good-night," left me, and I was thankful, at any rate, for the prospect of a few hours' sleep and forgetfulness.
I was just getting into bed, and had turned back the clothes to do so, when I suddenly caught sight of a scrap of paper appearing from under my pillow.
I first supposed it must be some remnant of last night's sports, but, on taking it out, found that it was a note carefully rolled up and addressed to me in Smith's well-known hand.
With eager haste I unfolded it and read, "I'm expelled.

Good-bye.
Write `J.,' Post-Office, Packworth." Expelled! sent off at an hour's notice, without even a word of good-bye! My first sensations were selfish, and as I curled myself up in bed, with his note fast in my hand, I felt utterly wretched, to know that my only friend, the only comfort I had at Stonebridge House, had been taken away.

What should I do without him?
Expelled! Where had he gone to, then?
Packworth, I knew, was a large town about ten miles from Brownstroke, where my uncle now and then went on business.

Did Jack live there, then?
And if he did, why had he never told me?
At any rate, I could get over and see him in the holidays.