Whenhe\"cameto，\"asthephrasegoes，hewasastartlingobjecttolookat，withhiscolorlessface，hissunkencheeks，hiswildblackeyes，andhislongblackhair。ThefirstquestionheaskedmeabouthimselfwhenhecouldspeakmademesuspectthatIhadbeencalledintoamaninmyownprofession。Imentionedtohimmysurmise，andhetoldmethatIwasright。
HesaidhehadcomelastfromParis，wherehehadbeenattachedtoahospital；thathehadlatelyreturnedtoEngland，onhiswaytoEdinburgh，tocontinuehisstudies；thathehadbeentakenillonthejourney；andthathehadstoppedtorestandrecoverhimselfatDoncaster。Hedidnotaddawordabouthisname，orwhohewas，andofcourseIdidnotquestionhimonthesubject。
AllIinquiredwhenheceasedspeakingwaswhatbranchoftheprofessionheintendedtofollow。
\"Anybranch，\"hesaid，bitterly，\"whichwillputbreadintothemouthofapoorman。\"
Atthis，Arthur，whohadbeenhithertowatchinghiminsilentcuriosity，burstoutimpetuouslyinhisusualgood—humoredway：