"When you have found your means you will express yourself all the more greatly." Which was ingenious on the part of Paul, but ironically consoling to Jane.
One week-end during the session he spent at the Marchioness of Chudley's place in Lancashire.

He drove in a luxurious automobile through the stately park, which once he had traversed in the brakeful of urchins, the raggedest of them all, and his heart swelled with pardonable exultation.

He had passed through Bludston and he had caught a glimpse of what had once been his brickfield, now the site of more rows of mean little houses, and he had seen the grim factory chimneys still smoking, smoking....

The little Buttons, having grown up into big Buttons, were toiling away their lives in those factories.

And Button himself, the unspeakable Button?
Was he yet alive?
And Mrs.Button, who had been Polly Kegworthy and called herself his mother?
It was astonishing how seldom he thought of her....