He never played in any College matches nor did he trouble to watch any of their glorious conflicts.

Once and again he produced an Essay for his Tutor that astonished that gentleman very considerably, but when called before the Dean for neglecting to attend lectures explained that he was studying the Later Roman Empire and could not possibly attend to more than one thing at a time.
He was perfectly friendly to every one, and it was curious that, with his air of contempt for the world in general, he had made no enemies.

He wondered at that himself, on occasions; he had always been supposed, for instance, to be very good friends with Carfax.

He had, of course, always hated Carfax--and now Carfax was dead.
The little crooked path soon left the dark wood and merged into the long white Cambridge road.

The flat country was veiled in mist, only, like a lantern above a stone wall, the sun was red over the lower veils of white that rose from the sodden fields.