"Oh, yes, yes," he said.

"When we come over to England we are very fine people.

Women welcome us and are kind, men make us their friends.

But out here! We quickly learn out here that we are the inferior people.

Suppose that I wanted to be a soldier, not an officer of my levies, but a soldier in your army with a soldier's chances of promotion and high rank! Do you know what would happen?
I might serve for twenty years, and at the end of it the youngest subaltern out of Sandhurst, with a moustache he can't feel upon his lip, would in case of war step over my head and command me.
Why, I couldn't win the Victoria Cross, even though I had earned it ten times over.