"There's no help for it now," said John to himself. "I must leave this house to-morrow."
CHAPTER XXIII.
IN WHICH JOHN TAKES FRENCH LEAVE.
"To-morrow I will leave Jackson," thought John, as he undressed himself, and jumped into bed.
His spirits rose as he made this resolution. It had been very irksome to him to feel that he was under the control of such a man as Mr. Huxter,—a man for whom it was impossible for him to feel either respect or regard. Under any circumstances it would have been disagreeable for him to remain, but off from the studies in which he had taken delight, the time passed heavily; he felt that he had no longer an object in life. But the petty persecutions to which he was subjected made it intolerable, and he was satisfied that the accident which had befallen Mr. Huxter would only make matters worse.
Meanwhile Mr. Huxter, on his bed below, cherished thoughts the reverse of agreeable concerning our hero.
"I'll come up with the young rascal," he muttered. "He'll find it's a bad day's work he's done for himself."
"It wasn't his fault, Mr. Huxter," said his wife, who wanted justice done.