"It seems incredible," she went on, "that people should care whether Asquith is in or Austen Chamberlin out, and while you scream yourselves hoarse about politics you let the only people who are trying for something good starve or simply laugh at them.
When have you ever encouraged a living artist?
Or bought his best work?
Why are you all so ugly and so servile?
Here the servants are human beings.

They talk to one as if they were equals.

As far as I can tell there are no aristocrats." Perhaps it was the mention of aristocrats that reminded her of Richard Dalloway and Rachel, for she ran on with the same penful to describe her niece.
"It's an odd fate that has put me in charge of a girl," she wrote, "considering that I have never got on well with women, or had much to do with them.

However, I must retract some of the things that I have said against them.

If they were properly educated I don't see why they shouldn't be much the same as men--as satisfactory I mean; though, of course, very different.