His letters had no address upon them, and no clue to his whereabouts could be found.
And Tom Thurnall went to Paris, and became the best pistol-shot and billiard-player in the Quartier Latin; and then went to St.
Mumpsimus's Hospital in London, and became the best boxer therein, and captain of the eight-oar, besides winning prizes and certificates without end, and becoming in due time the most popular house-surgeon in the hospital: but nothing could keep him permanently at home.

Stay drudging in London he would not.

Settle down in a country practice he would not.

Cost his father a farthing he would not.

So he started forth into the wide world with nothing but his wits and his science, as anatomical professor to a new college in some South American republic.