I am twenty-seven," Hewet began.

"My father was a fox-hunting squire.

He died when I was ten in the hunting field.

I can remember his body coming home, on a shutter I suppose, just as I was going down to tea, and noticing that there was jam for tea, and wondering whether I should be allowed--" "Yes; but keep to the facts," Hirst put in.
"I was educated at Winchester and Cambridge, which I had to leave after a time.

I have done a good many things since--" "Profession ?" "None--at least--" "Tastes ?" "Literary.