I'm a very distinguished young man

"I'm twenty-four years old. I'm the son of the ReverendSidney Hirst, vicar of Great Wappyng in Norfolk. Oh, I gotscholarships everywhere--Westminster--King's. I'm now a fellowof King's. Don't it sound dreary? Parents both alive (alas). 　　Two brothers and one sister. I'm a very distinguished young man," he added. 　　"One of the three, or is it five, most distinguished men in England,"Hewet remarked. 　　"Quite correct," said Hirst. 　　"That's all very interesting," said Helen after a pause. 　　"But of course we've left out the only questions that matter. 　　For instance, are we Christians?""I am not," "I am not," both the young men replied. 　　"I am," Rachel stated. 　　"You believe in a personal God?" Hirst demanded, turning roundand fixing her with his eyeglasses. 　　"I believe--I believe," Rachel stammered, "I believe there arethings we don't know about, and the world might change in a minuteand anything appear."At this Helen laughed outright. "Nonsense," she said. "You're nota Christian. You've never thought what you are.--And there arelots of other questions," she continued, "though perhaps we can'task them yet." Although they had talked so freely they were alluncomfortably conscious that they really knew nothing about each other. 　　"The important questions," Hewet pondered, "the really interesting ones. 　　I doubt that one ever does ask them."Rachel, who was slow to accept the fact that only a very few thingscan be said even by people who know each other well, insisted onknowing what he meant.