Part of it you know--the middle part.

I will tell it you from the beginning, and then you will know as much as I do; for, as to the end, that is known to no one.

It is written, no doubt, in the book of destiny, but the page has yet to be turned.
"The mischief began with my father's death.

He was a country clergyman of very moderate means, a widower with two children, my brother John and me.

He managed to send us both to Oxford, after which John went into the Foreign Office and I was to have gone into the Church.