'You'd like to break us all in and put us in yokes and bows, like a lot of working bullocks.' 'You mistake me, my boy, and all the rest of us who are worth calling men, let alone gentlemen.

We are your best friends, and would help you in every way if you'd only let us.' 'I don't see so much of that.' 'Because you often fight against your own good.

We should like to see you all have farms of your own--to be all well taught and able to make the best of your lives--not driven to drink, as many of you are, because you have no notion of any rational amusement, and anything between hard work and idle dissipation.' 'And suppose you had all this power,' I said--for if I was afraid of father there wasn't another man living that could overcrow me--'don't you think you'd know the way to keep all the good things for yourselves?
Hasn't it always been so ?' 'I see your argument,' he said, quite quiet and reasonable, just as if I had been a swell like himself--that was why he was unlike any other man I ever knew--'and it is a perfectly fair way of putting it.

But your class might, I think, always rely upon there being enough kindness and wisdom in ours to prevent that state of things.

Unfortunately, neither side trusts the other enough.