Try.

You'd better write to the _Poste Restante_ at Paris.

Remember me at home.
"Yours ever,-- "R.

Ingleton." The tutor read this letter with a somewhat troubled countenance.

It proved to him that his ward was desperately in earnest in his uphill quest, and it filled him with some concern to feel that he himself was not, where he should have liked to be, at the boy's side.
But to leave Maxfield at present seemed impossible.