You were rich, for the reason that you spent less than you received.

You never speculated about the ultimate causes of things, or puzzled yourself concerning the possible developments of society in the next hundred years.

When you saw a poor old creature in the street you bought a box of matches off the poor old creature.

The social phenomenon which chiefly roused you to just anger was the spectacle of wealthy people making money and so taking the bread out of the mouths of people who needed It.

The only apparent blots on existence at Putney were the noise and danger of the High Street, the dearth of reliable laundries, the manners of a middle-aged lady engaged at the post office (Mrs.
Challice liked the other ladies in the post office), and the absence of a suitable man in the house.
Existence at Putney seemed to Priam Farll to approach the Utopian.