Tim

Tim’s real name was not Tim: so much is certain. What it was, I have never inquired. The nickname had been bestowed on him so early in life that the memory of such men and women...

One day a party of gentlemen set out from Darley Court to shoot partridges. Old Squire Darley was an open-handed man, and loved his kind well enough to be glad to fill his house...

... for Enoch seem’d to them Uncertain as a vision or a dream, Faint as a figure seen in early dawn Down at the far end of an avenue, Going we know not where....

William Ebbesley had travelled night and day. As he neared the child that was all he had left on earth, for whose sake he had lived loveless for seven years of incessant work, h...

It was a proud day for Tim when his tutor announced that he considered him sufficiently well grounded to take Fourth Form at Eton. Tim was now twelve years old, and had adopted...

It must not be supposed that life was uniformly dark to Tim in these early days at Eton. He had sources of happiness quite distinct from his glimpses of Carol, which had certain...

It is not my intention to trace in detail Tim’s career at school, which, after all, presents few points of interest. His first two years were certainly not a period of unmixed e...

Carol and Tim travelled home together at the end of the half, speeding through the golden summer. It was early August, and everywhere the full-eared grain swayed ripe for the si...

A little sorrow, a little pleasure, Fate metes us from the dusty measure That holds the date of all of us: We are born with travail and strong crying, And from the birthday to t...

Tim’s career at Eton, after it became more prosperous, offers nothing of much interest to the general public, his relations with the various good people who befriended him havin...

‘He wants great care and attention; there is no use denying it. He is not the sort of lad with whom you can afford to run risks. He has no stamina, none; no constitution. I don’...

The next time Carol came to the manor-house Tim was not to be found; he had run and hidden himself in the garden when he saw him coming. Crouching among the bushes, he could hea...

As the weeks succeeded each other, one thought was ever present in the mind of Tim. ‘Shall I see him again before I die? It can do him no harm now. I shall so soon be out of the...