14/27 There's Annette, for instance. She is a factory hand, a fine girl of course, and all that, but--" "Oh, I suppose we must recognise facts. Rupert, you are quite right," said Mrs.Templeton, "there must be social distinctions and there are classes. I mean," she added, as if to forestall the outburst she saw gathering behind her younger daughter's closed lips, "we must inevitably draw to our own set by our natural or acquired tastes and by our traditions and breeding." "All very well in England, Mamma. I suppose dear Uncle Arthur and our dear cousins would hardly feel called upon to recognise Annette as a friend." "Why should they ?" challenged Rupert. |