Miss Goold had failed him, but he was not yet ready to enrol himself a citizen of England.
No, he must leave Dublin.

But where to go?
His lamp burnt dim and expired as he sat thinking.

His fire had long ago gone out.

He shivered with cold and misery, while the faint light of the dawn stole into his room.

He heard the first twitter of the birds in the convent garden behind his lodging.