"Sounds like one of them fancy boarding schools, y'know?"

That is clearly the most important piece of that information for Charlie to have clarified.

"Eighteen? What the fuck do you still have to learns by then?" He takes another sip of his drink. "I left at sixteen, Meyer was even earlier. Them rich kids, I guess they get to stay ons forever but what's the fucking point if you ain't gonna be some fucking academic, you know? The rest of us gotta work for a living."