“A man who’s been ill, and isn’t strong! My word, if I were the serving classes, I’d let you wait for service. I’d let you whistle.”

“I quite believe it.”

“If he’d been sitting in a chair with paralysed legs, and behaved as you behaved, what would you have done for him ?”

“My dear evangelist, this confusing of persons and personalities is in bad taste.”

“And your nasty, sterile want of common sympathy is in the worst taste imaginable. Noblesse Oblige! You and your ruling class!”

“And to what should it oblige me? To have a lot of unnecessary emotions about my gamekeeper? I refuse. I leave it all to my evangelist.”

“As if he weren’t a man as much as you are, my word!”