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young man speaks a little English as well as Italian, but he has not yet
been able to give a precise account of the assault committed upon him.
It is thought that the police have a clue to the criminal. The name
given in the gentleman's pocket-book is Vasari; and he has been removed
to Guy's Hospital, where he is reported to be doing well."

"Vasari! Dino Vasari! can it be he?" said Brian, throwing down his
newspaper. "What brings him to London?"

Then it occurred to him that Father Cristoforo's long letter might have
contained information concerning Dino's visit to London: possibly he had
been asked to do the young Italian some service, which, of course, he
had been unable to render as he had not read the letter. He felt doubly
vexed at his own carelessness as he thought of this possibility, and
resolved to go to the hospital and see whether the man who had been
wounded was Dino Vasari or not. And then he forgot all about the
newspaper paragraph, and lost himself in sad reflections concerning the
unexpected end of his connection with the Herons.

Arrived in London, he found out a modest lodging, and began to arrange
his plans for the future. A fit of restlessness seemed to have come upon
him. He could not bear to think of staying any longer in England. He
paid a visit next morning to an Emigration Agency Office, asking whether
the agents could direct him to the best way of obtaining suitable work
in the Colonies. He did not care where he went or what he did; his
preference was for work in the open air, because he still at times felt
the effect of that brain-fever which had so nearly ended his existence
at San Stefano; but his physique was not exactly of the kind which was
most suited to bush-clearing and sheep-farming. This he was told, and
informed, moreover, that so large a number of clerks arrived yearly in
Australia and America, that the market in that sort of labour was
over-stocked, and that, if he was a clerk, he had a better chance in the
Old World than in the New.

"I am not a clerk; I have lately been a tutor," said Brian.

References?

He could refer them to his late employer.

A degree? Oxford or Cambridge?

And there the questions ceased to be answered satisfactorily. He could
not tell them that he had been to Oxford, because he dared not refer
them to the name under which he studied at Balliol. He hesitated,
blundered a little--he certainly had never mastered the art of lying
with ease and flu