“What! expelled, Reginald?” said Louis, aghast.
“Expelled, Louis,” Reginald replied, gravely; “don't look so frightened; he deserved it.”
“Oh, Reginald! it is so terrible! But how—why was it so sudden?”
“Ah, Beauty!” said Frank, “a few wonders have happened while your ladyship has been sleeping there. What will you say to Harris going, too?”
“Harris! no, surely not, Frank? Tell me, do tell me what's been the matter.”
“We promised to let Hamilton tell the story,” said Reginald. “He has been, in a great measure, the cause of finding all out; so make haste and go to him, for I want you back again.”
Louis did not need any further bidding—he hurried his toilette, and flew to the room that Hamilton enjoyed to himself. Hamilton was up. An open Bible lay near him, which he closed as Louis entered.
“How are you, foolish boy, this morning?” he said, kindly—very kindly, Louis thought, as he squeezed his hand.
“I am very well, thank you. Reginald's been telling me strange news this morning.”
“News?” said Hamilton. “He promised me—”