If his father had taken him into the office and had invited him to help in directing the intellectual part of that great enterprise, the part that in a way was not without appeal to the imagination, he felt that he might gradually have accustomed himself to it; but to be put into the mindless routine of the workingman, to be set about menial tasks which a mere muscular machine could perform better than he--what waste, what degradation, what insult! He followed his father to the cooperage, the uproar of its machinery jarring fiercely upon him, but not so fiercely as did the common-looking men slaving in torn and patched and stained clothing.

He did not look at the foreman as his father was introducing them and ignored his proffered hand.

"Begin him at the bottom, Patrick," explained Hiram, "and show him no favors.

We must give him a good education." "That's right, Mr.Ranger," said Patrick, eying his new pupil dubiously.
He was not skilled in analysis of manner and character, so Arthur's superciliousness missed him entirely and he was attributing the cold and vacant stare to stupidity.

"A regular damn dude," he was saying to himself.