I seem to you to be going to work the wrong way.' 'I certainly think you value too little the means of happiness that we all have within our reach, rich and poor alike.' 'Ah, if you could only see into the life of the poor, you would acknowledge that those means are and can be nothing to them.

Besides, my way of thinking in such things is the same as your brother's, and I can't expect you to see any good in it.' Adela shook her head slightly.

She had risen and was examining the leaves upon an apple branch which she had drawn down.
'But I'm sure you feel that there is need for doing something,' he urged, quitting his seat.

'You're not indifferent to the hard lives of the people, as most people are who have always lived comfortable lives ?' She let the branch spring up, and spoke more coldly.
'I hope I am not indifferent; but it is not in my power to do anything.' 'Will you let me say that you are mistaken in that ?' Mutimer had never before felt himself constrained to qualify and adorn his phrases; the necessity made him awkward.

Not only did he aim at polite modes of speech altogether foreign to his lips, but his own voice sounded strange to him in its forced suppression.