And, looking about, I found a letter directed to his father.
So to his father I took it; and really I was sorry for the poor people.

I left them all crying in chorus." "I must go to them at once;" and up rose the Doctor.
"He's not worth the trouble you take for him--the addle-headed, ill-tempered coxcomb," said Mark.

"But it's just like your soft-heartedness.

Tom, sit down, and finish the game with me." So vanished from Whitbury, with all his aspirations, poor John Briggs; and save an occasional letter to his parents, telling them that he was alive and well, no one heard anything of him for many a year.

The Doctor tried to find him out in London, again and again; but without success.