Can you wonder that he loses his temper, sometimes inelegantly?
And when the rich Nonconformist tires of striving against all the odds--when he sets up his carriage and his wife and daughters find that it won't carry them where they had hoped--when he surrenders to their persuasions and goes over to the enemy--why, then, can you wonder that his betrayed coreligionists roar all like bears or foam like dogs and run about the city?
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I tell you, my dear Mr.Simeon, this England of ours stands in real peril to-day of merging its class warfare in religious differences." "You mean it, of course, the other way about--of merging our religion in class warfare." "I mean it as I said it.

Class warfare is among Englishmen a quite normal, healthy function of the body politic: it keeps the blood circulating.

It is when you start infecting it with religion the trouble begins.