The truth is, they have no time to think of it.' 'Oh, but surely it needs no thought--' Alfred exploded.
'I mean,' pursued his mother, 'that, however busy we are, there must always be intervals to be spared from the world.' Mutimer again delayed his reply.

A look which he cast at Adela appeared to move her to speech.
'Have they not their evenings free, as well as every Sunday ?' 'Happily, Miss Waltham, you can't realise their lives,' Richard began.
He was not smiling now; Adela's tone had struck him like a challenge, and he collected himself to meet her.

'The man who lives on wages is never free; he sells himself body and soul to his employer.

What sort of freedom does a man enjoy who may any day find himself and his family on the point of starvation just because he has lost his work?
All his life long he has before his mind the fear of want--not only of straitened means, mind you, but of destitution and the workhouse.

How can such a man put aside his common cares?
Religion is a luxury; the working man has no luxuries.