Another thing-- and this is a confession--a reluctant one, but I will make it: The thing I miss most and most severely, is the respect, the deference, with which I was treated all my life in England, and which seems to be somehow necessary to me.

I get along very well without the luxury and the wealth and the sort of society I've been accustomed to, but I do miss the respect and can't seem to get reconciled to the absence of it.

There is respect, there is deference here, but it doesn't fall to my share.

It is lavished on two men.

One of them is a portly man of middle age who is a retired plumber.