Poor lad! he's more cut up about it than we can be, so we must not blame him." The good physician read the letter over several times before he finally put it away in his note-book, and he did so with a thoughtful face which showed that it was of importance.

As it has an influence upon the future course of our story we cannot end the chapter better than by exercising our literary privilege, and peeping over the doctor's shoulder before he has folded it up.

This is the epistle _in extenso_:-- "My Dear Father, "You will be sorry to hear that I have failed in my exam.
I am very cut up about it, because I fear that it will cause you grief and disappointment, and you deserve neither the one nor the other at my hands." "It is not an unmixed misfortune to me, because it helps me to make a request which I have long had in my mind.
I wish you to allow me to give up the study of medicine and to go in for commerce.

You have never made a secret of our money affairs to me, and I know that if I took my degree there would never be any necessity for me to practise.
I should therefore have spent five years of my life in acquiring knowledge which would not be of any immediate use to me.

I have no personal inclination towards medicine, while I have a very strong objection to simply living in the world upon money which other men have earned.