Junior Scholarship?"

"Too old," said Pillingshot with satisfaction.

"Senior, then?"

"Too young."

"I believe by sitting up all night and swotting----"

"Here, I say!" said Pillingshot, alarmed.

"You've got no enterprise," said Scott sadly. "What are those?
Muffins? Well, well, I suppose I had better try and peck a bit."

He ate four in rapid succession, and resumed his scrutiny of
Pillingshot's countenance.

"The great thing," he said, "is to find out your special line. Till
then we are working in the dark. Perhaps it's music? Singing? Sing me
a bar or two."

Pillingshot wriggled uncomfortably.

"Left your music at home?" said Scott. "Never mind, then. Perhaps it's
all for the best. What are those? Still muffins? Hand me another.
After all, one must keep one's strength up. You can have one if you
like."

Pillingshot's face brightened. He became more affable. He chatted.