"Well—I suppose you are not a soldier, or you would have a moustache."
"No."
"You might be a lawyer, being clean-shaven. Are you?"
"No."
"Oh! That's rather disappointing. You would make a ripping judge, with a big wig on. Well, perhaps you write things. I know—you are an author or an editor?"
"No."
"Foiled again!" said Daphne cheerfully. "Let me see, what other professions are there? Are you a Don, by any chance? A fellow, or lecturer, or anything? We had a Fellow of All Souls down here once. He was a dear."
"No."
"You are a 'Varsity man, I suppose."
"Yes."