Altogether they're what you call 'model.'" "But not human." Stanley slightly lowered the Review and looked across it at his brother.
It was evident to him that 'old Felix' was in one of his free-thinking moods.
"They're domestic," he said, "and fond of their children, and pleasant neighbors.

I don't deny that they've got a tremendous sense of duty, but we want that in these days." "Duty to what ?" Stanley raised his level eyebrows.

It was a stumper.

Without great care he felt that he would be getting over the border into the uncharted land of speculation and philosophy, wandering on paths that led him nowhere.
"If you lived in the country, old man," he said, "you wouldn't ask that sort of question." "You don't imagine," said Felix, "that you or the Mallorings live in the country?
Why, you landlords are every bit as much town dwellers as I am--thought, habit, dress, faith, souls, all town stuff.

There IS no 'country' in England now for us of the 'upper classes.' It's gone.