Eric started up and gazed after him with the most intense curiosity.

At that moment the unconscious schoolboy was to him the most interesting person in the whole world, and he couldn't realize the fact that, before the day was over, he would be a Roslyn boy himself.

He very much wondered what sort of a fellow the boy was, and whether he should ever recognise him again, and make his acquaintance.

Yes, Eric, the thread of that boy's destiny is twined a good deal with yours; his name is Montagu, as you will know very soon.
At nine o'clock Mr.Williams started towards the school with his son.
The walk led them by the sea-side, over the sands, and past the ruin, at the foot of which the waves broke at high tide.

At any other time Eric would have been overflowing with life and wonder at the murmur of the ripples, the sight of the ships passing by the rock-bound bay, and the numberless little shells, with their bright colors and sculptured shapes, which lay about the beach.