Of what I really wished to know--his lordship's passions, yearnings and general attitude to life--the circular said nothing.
Year by year I find myself more and more in a minority.

One by one my literary friends enter into this charmed aristocratic circle; after which one hears no more from them regarding the middle-classes.

At once they set to work to describe the mental sufferings of Grooms of the Bed-chamber, the hidden emotions of Ladies in their own right, the religious doubts of Marquises.

I want to know how they do it--"how the devil they get there." They refuse to tell me.
Meanwhile, I see nothing before me but the workhouse.

Year by year the public grows more impatient of literature dealing merely with the middle- classes.