But the father and this son Douglas are of the same stuff.

They have a deal more brains and education than their forbears ever wanted; but still, in soul, they remain our feudal lords and superiors, who have a right to the services of those beneath them.

And everybody is beneath them--especially women; and foreigners--and artists--and people who don't shoot or hunt.

Ask their neighbours--ask their cottagers.

Whenever the revolution comes, their heads will be the first to go! At the same time they know--the clever ones--that they can't keep their place except by borrowing the weapons of the class they really fear--the professional class--the writers and thinkers--the lawyers and journalists.