And now--it's your turn," she nodded at Hirst.
"You've left out a great deal," he reproved her.

"My name is St.John Alaric Hirst," he began in a jaunty tone of voice.
"I'm twenty-four years old.

I'm the son of the Reverend Sidney Hirst, vicar of Great Wappyng in Norfolk.

Oh, I got scholarships everywhere--Westminster--King's.

I'm now a fellow of King's.