It is time you walked the hospitals, and--you may go." "To London, sir ?" "No.

I don't intend you to go to London." "To Edinburgh, then, I suppose," said I, in a tone of disappointment.
"Nor to Edinburgh.

You shall go to Paris." "To Paris!" "Yes--the French surgeons are the most skilful in the world, and Cheron will do everything for you.

I know no eminent man in London from whom I should choose to ask a favor; and Cheron is one of my oldest friends--nay, the oldest friend I have in the world.

If you have but two ounces of brains, he will make a clever man of you.