Never did a more hearty or spontaneous cheer burst from the lips and lungs of fifty boys than that. The news had spread like wildfire to the studies, and the other boys came flocking in during the uproar, to join in it heartily. Cheer after cheer rang out like a sound of silver clarions from the clear boy-voices; and in the midst of the excited throng stood Eric and Montagu, side by side, hurrahing more lustily than all the rest. But Mr. Rose, in the library, was on his knees, with moving lips and lifted hands. He coveted the popular applause as little as he had dreaded the popular opposition; and the evening’s painful experiences had taught him anew the bitter lesson to expect no gratitude, and hope for no reward, but simply, and contentedly, and unmurmuringly, to work on in God’s vineyard so long as life and health should last. Brigson’s brazen forehead bore him through the disgrace which would have crushed another. But still he felt that his position at Roslyn could never be what it had been before, and he therefore determined to leave at once. By grossly calumniating the school, he got his father to remove him, and announced, to every one’s great delight, that he was going in a fortnight. On his last day, by way of bravado, he smashed and damaged as much of the school property as he could, a proceeding which failed to gain him any admiration, and merely put his father to ruinous expense. The day after his exposure Eric had cut him dead, without the least pretence of concealment; an example pretty generally followed throughout the school. In the evening Brigson went up to Eric and hissed in his ear, “You cut me, curse you; but, _never fear, I’ll be revenged on you yet_.” “Do your worst,” answered Eric, contemptuously, “and never speak to me again.” CHAPTER V RIPPLES “Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And live for ever and for ever.”--TENNYSON. Owen and Montagu were walking by Silverburn, and talking over the affairs of the school. During their walk they saw Wright and Vernon Williams in front of them. “I am so glad to see those two together,” said Montagu; “I really think Wright is one of the best little fellows in the school, and he’ll be the saving of Vernon. He’s already persuaded him to leave off smoking and other bad things, and has got him to work a little harder, and turn over a new leaf altogether.” “Yes,” answered Owen; “I’ve seen a marvellous improvement in little Williams lately. I think that Duncan gave him a rough lesson the other night which did him good, and dear old Rose too has been leading him by the hand; but the best thing is that, through Wright, he sees less of Eric’s _friend_, that young scapegrace Wildney.”