On my return to London I saw Sir Ruggles Brise.

No one could have shown me warmer sympathy, or more discriminating comprehension.

I made my report to him and left the matter in his hands with perfect confidence.
I took care to describe Oscar's condition to his friends while assuring them that his circumstances would soon be bettered.

A little later I heard that the governor of the prison had been changed, that Oscar had got books and writing materials, and was allowed to have the gas burning in his cell to a late hour when it was turned down but not out.

In fact, from that time on he was treated with all the kindness possible, and soon we heard that he was bearing the confinement and discipline better than could have been expected.