I must not weakly yield to entreaty.

You must go." Eric wrung his hands in agony.

"O, sir, then, if you must do so, expel me only, and not Charlie, _I_ can bear it, but do not let me ruin him also.

O I implore you, sir, for the love of God do, do forgive him.

It is I who have misled him;" and he flung himself on his knees, and lifted his hands entreatingly towards the Doctor.
Dr.Rowlands looked at him--at his blue eyes drowned with tears, his agitated gesture, his pale, expressive face, full of passionate supplication.