I understand it as meaning the exercise of all my civic faculties." "Which, in your case, are faculties of command, faculties which point you to the upper seat, Dyce.

Tom Bullock, my gardener, is equally to assert himself, but with the understanding that _his_ faculties point to the bottom of the table, where the bread is a trifle stale, and butter sometimes lacking.

Yes, yes: I understand.

Of course you will do your very best for Tom; you would like him to have what the sweet language of our day calls a square meal.

But still he must eat below the salt; there you can't help him." "Because nature itself cannot," explained Dyce.