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"I propose that each member of this party now gives a short biographicalsketch of himself or herself," said Hirst, sitting upright. 　　"Miss Vinrace, you come first; begin."Rachel stated that she was twenty-four years of age, the daughterof a ship-owner, that she had never been properly educated;played the piano, had no brothers or sisters, and lived at Richmondwith aunts, her mother being dead. 　　"Next," said Hirst, having taken in these facts; he pointed at Hewet. 　　"I am the son of an English gentleman. I am twenty-seven,"Hewet began. "My father was a fox-hunting squire. He died when Iwas 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 Ishould be allowed--""Yes; but keep to the facts," Hirst put in. 　　"I was educated at Winchester and Cambridge, which I had to leaveafter a time. I have done a good many things since--""Profession?""None--at least--""Tastes?""Literary. I'm writing a novel.""Brothers and sisters?""Three sisters, no brother, and a mother.""Is that all we're to hear about you?" said Helen. She statedthat she was very old--forty last October, and her father had beena solicitor in the city who had gone bankrupt, for which reason shehad never had much education--they lived in one place after another--but an elder brother used to lend her books. 　　"If I were to tell you everything--" she stopped and smiled. 　　"It would take too long," she concluded. "I married when I was thirty,and I have two children. My husband is a scholar. And now--it's your turn," she nodded at Hirst. 　　"You've left out a great deal," he reproved her. "My name isSt. John Alaric Hirst," he began in a jaunty tone of voice.