the recognised few, and to build up a wall around themselves and their children."
"I wonder if you would dare to use that word class on the floor of the House?" asked Crane.
"I would dare to but I shouldn't care to," answered Thorndyke. "One reason why I have so little to say on the floor of the House is because it involves many explanations to men who know just as well what you mean as you do, and agree with you thoroughly. But there's Buncombe County to be considered."
"At all events," said Crane, returning to himself as a subject of consideration, "this social side of life appeals to me powerfully—too powerfully, I am afraid. I feel an odd sort of kinship with those old ladies of seventy that I see going the rounds in Paris gowns and high-heeled shoes, with their scanty white hair crimped and curled within an inch of their lives. It's serious business with them; and, by George, it's serious with me, too. Of course I am a blamed fool for acknowledging so much."
"Not in the least. But you must know that it can only be a pastime with you. There is Circleville, and Annette, and the babies"
