After that I was closely watched, and I need hardly say, if Jack ever wrote to me, I never got his letter.

Still I cherished the memory of my friend, and even when Stonebridge House was most desolate, found some consolation in feeling pretty sure I had a friend somewhere, which is more than every one can say.
I made steady progress with my arithmetic and other studies during the year, thanks to Mr Hashford, who, good fellow that he was, took special pains with me, so that at the end of the year I was pronounced competent to take a situation as an office-boy or junior clerk, or any like post to which my amiable uncle might destine me.
I was not sorry to leave Stonebridge House, as you may guess.

During the last year, certainly, things were better than they had been.

No reference was made on any occasion, either in public or in private, to the great rebellion of that summer.

The Henniker never quite got over the shake she had had when we rose in arms against her, and Mr Ladislaw appeared proportionately subdued, so on the whole things were rather more tolerable.