Once away from books, I carried a head that shot rockets to the farthest hills.
My dear friend Temple was at sea, or I should have had one near me to detect and control the springs of nonsense.

I was deemed a remarkably quiet sober thoughtful young man, acquiescent in all schemes projected for my welfare.

The squire would have liked to see me courting the girl of his heart, as he termed Janet Ilchester, a little more demonstratively.

We had, however, come to the understanding that I was to travel before settling.

Traditional notions of the importance of the Grand Tour in the education of gentlemen led him to consent to my taking a year on the Continent accompanied by my tutor.