On Sundays, for instance, you preach to a highly privileged audience at your church in Belgravia; whilst I lounge here over my breakfast, reading _Reynold's Newspaper_.

I have not many social prejudices.

Although a workman, I dont look on every gentleman as a bloodsucker who seizes on the fruits of my labor only to pursue a career of vice.

I will even admit that there are gentlemen who deserve to be respected more than the workmen who have neglected all their opportunities--slender as they are--of cultivating themselves a little.

You, on the other hand, know that an honest man's the noblest work of God; that nature's gentlemen are the only real gentlemen; that kind hearts are more than coronets, and simple faith than Norman blood, and so forth.