From that time until you attained your majority your life passed in public schools and universities, harmlessly and monotonously enough.

At twenty-one, you left Cambridge, and started to make the grand tour.

You were tolerably clever; you were young and handsome, and heir to a noble inheritance.
Your life was to be the life of a great and good man--a benefactor to the human race.

Your memory was to be a magnificent memento for a whole world to honor.

Your dreams were wild, vague, and impracticable, and ended in--nothing." Sir Jasper Kingsland listened and stared like a man in a dream.