One knows very well, theoretically, how average humanity fears and hates a nature superior to itself; but one has not often an opportunity of seeing it so well illustrated in practice.

Tyrrell's attitude has especially amused me; his lungs begin to crow like chanticleer as often as the story comes up for discussion.

He has a good deal of personal liking for Egremont, but to see 'the idealist' in the mud he finds altogether too delicious.

His wife feels exactly in the same way, though she expresses her feeling differently.

And Dalmaine--if I were an able-bodied man I rather think I should have kicked Dalmaine downstairs before this.