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.".