She had seen little if anything of the representative proletarian, and perchance even if she had the momentary impression would have faded in the light of her burning soul.

Now Adela was in the very best position for understanding those faults of the working class which are ineradicable in any one generation.

She knew her husband, knew him better than ever now that she regarded him from a distance; she knew 'Arry Mutimer; and now she was getting to appreciate with a thoroughness impossible hitherto, the monstrous gulf between men of that kind and cultured human beings.

She had, too, studied the children and the women of New Wanley, and the results of such study were arranging themselves in her mind.

All unconsciously, Stella Westlake was cooling Adela's zeal with every fervid word she uttered; Adela at times with difficulty restrained herself from crying, 'But it is a mistake! They have not these feelings you attribute to them.