run away, and when William woke up Harold was gone. Then William remembered how Harold had offered to help him with his kite, and would have helped him to rewrite the essay, and how through those three cruel days Harold had again and again tried to make friends, and how, after all, he was with his own people, and Harold was a stranger.
He said, 'Oh, bother, I wish I hadn't!' and he felt that he had been a beast. This is called Remorse. Then he said, 'I'll find him, and I'll be as decent to him as I can, poor chap! though he is silly.' This is called Repentance.
Then he found a letter on Harold's bed. It said (and it was blotted with tears, and it had a blob of glue on it):
Dear Billy,
'It wasn't my fault about your essay, and I'm sorry, and am going to run away to India to find my people. I shall go disguised as a stowaway.
Your affectionate cousin,
'Harold Egbert Darwin St. Leger.'
Billy did not have to show this letter to his mother, because she had gone away for the day,
