I'd go straight up to the rector and tell him about it after dinner. Time is, time was, but time shall be no more! Time was to sin in secrecy, to indulge in that sloth and pride, to covet the unlawful, to yield to the promptings of your lower nature, to live like the beasts of the field, nay worse than the beasts of the field, for they, at least, are but brutes and have no reason to guide them: time was, but time shall be no more. --I know that Byron was a bad man, said Boland. "And where's Master Miles?" "Oh, HE'S with Quint.