He took no notice of Gus's gibes for a long time.

At last, "Ugh!" said he, "never mind if I'm weak-minded or not, I'm sick of all this.

Suppose we go off to the supper, and I'll stand treat afterwards at the music-hall ?" And crushing his hat on his head, he dashed out of the house utterly reckless and desperate.
Need I say my thoughts were with the poor injured boy, who, stung with ingratitude, robbed of his friend, and ill with mingled pity, dread, and sorrow, walked slowly down the street away from Tom's lodgings?
Ah! when should I see his face or hear his voice again now?
At the supper that evening Tom drank often and deeply, and of all the party his shout rose highest and his laugh drowned all the others.

They led him staggering away among them, and brought him to their vile resort.

Even his companions wondered at his reckless demeanour, and expostulated with him on his extravagant wildness.