The world had seemed the easiest, the simplest of places, his years at Rugby had been delight.
Fully free from shocks of any kind.

Good health, friendship, a little learning, these things had made the days pass swiftly.

Rupert Craven had been yesterday, a child precisely typical of the system in which he had been drilled; now he was something different.

Olva knew that he was capable of depths of feeling because of his extraordinary devotion to his sister.

Craven had often spoken of her to Olva--"So different from me, the most brilliant person in the world.