The fight being over, everybody lost his interest in me and my opponent, and, as if nothing had happened, proceeded to re-discuss the question of playing cards or taking a walk.
I was left to put on my poor shabby coat without help, and no one noticed me as I slunk from the room.

Even Flanagan, from whom I had at least expected some sympathy, was too much taken up with the others to heed me; and as I walked slowly and unsteadily that night along the London streets, I felt for the first time since I came to the great city utterly friendless and miserable.
When I returned to Beadle Square every one had gone to bed except one boy, who was sitting up, whistling merrily over a postage-stamp album, into which he was delightedly sticking some recent acquisition.

I could not help thinking bitterly how his frame of mind contrasted at that moment with mine.

He was a nice boy, lately come.

He kept a diary of everything he did, and wrote and heard from home every week.