“I might do that; perhaps he’s forgotten what it is like. Oh, yes, and I might describe some of the dons. I’m expected to be very earnest, you know, and the worst of it is I don’t know how.”
“Do you suppose one will ever become a responsible being?” asked Ealing.
“No, never,” said Reggie emphatically. “I grow sillier and sillier every day.”
“Well, you can’t get much sillier.”
Reggie shook his head.
“You wait a year or two,” he said. “I don’t suppose you can form the slightest impression of how foolish I can be if I like.”
“What are you going to do when you go down?”
“The Lord knows,” said Reggie. “I was considered remarkably bright for my age at one time.”
“Long ago?”
“Ages ago. I don’t suppose I’ve been considered bright for the last six years. Oh, by the way, they’ve put me into the Pitt.”