"
"It's a terrible job to get people to think," Furley observed.
"They are nearly always busy doing something else."
"And these aristocrats!" Catherine continued, smiling at Julian.
"You spoil them so in England, you know. Eton and Oxford are
simply terrible in their narrowing effect upon your young men.
It's like putting your raw material into a sausage machine."
"Miss Abbeway is very severe this morning," Stenson declared, with
unabated good humour. "She has been attacking my policy and my
principles during the whole of our walk. Bad luck about your
accident, Furley. I suppose we should have met whilst I am down
here, if you hadn't developed too adventurous a spirit."
Furley glanced at Julian and smiled.
"I am not so sure about that, sir," he said. "Your host doesn't
approve of me very much."
"Do political prejudices exist so far from their home?" Mr.
Stenson asked.
"I am afraid my father is rather old-fashioned," Julian confessed.
"You are all old-fashioned--and stiff with prejudice," Furley
declared. "Even Orden," he went on, turning to Catherine, "only
tolerates me because we ate dinners off the same board when we
were both making up our minds to be Lord High Chancellor."
"Our friend Furley," Julian confided, as he leaned across the
table and took a cigarette, "has no tact and many prejudices. He
does write such rubbish about the aristocracy. I remember an
article of his not very long ago, entitled `Out with our Peers!'
It's all very well for a younger son like me to take it lying
down, but you could scarcely expect my father to approve.
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