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           AndthegoodworkingmenweresomehowhemmingShipleyin.Newminingvillagescrowdedonthepark,andthesquirefeltsomehowthatthepopulationwasalien.Heusedtofeel,inagood-naturedbutquitegrandway,lordofhisowndomainandofhisowncolliers.Now,byasubtlepervasionofthenewspirit,hehadsomehowbeenpushedout.Itwashewhodidnotbelonganymore.Therewasnomistakingit.Themines,theindustry,hadawillofitsown,andthiswillwasagainstthegentleman-owner.Allthecollierstookpartinthewill,anditwashardtoliveupagainstit.Iteithershovedyououtoftheplace,oroutoflifealtogether.

           SquireWinter,asoldier,hadstooditout.Buthenolongercaredtowalkintheparkafterdinner.Healmosthid,indoors.Oncehehadwalked,bare-headed,andinhispatent-leathershoesandpurplesilksocks,withConniedowntothegate,talkingtoherinhiswell-bredratherhaw-hawfashion.Butwhenitcametopassingthelittlegangsofcollierswhostoodandstaredwithouteithersaluteoranythingelse,Conniefelthowthelean,well-bredoldmanwinced,wincedasanelegantantelopestaginacagewincesfromthevulgarstare.Thecollierswerenotpersonallyhostile:notatall.Buttheirspiritwascold,andshovinghimout.And,deepdown,therewasaprofoundgrudge.They’workedforhim’.Andintheirugliness,theyresentedhiselegant,well-groomed,well-bredexistence.’Who’she!’Itwasthedifferencetheyresented.

           Andsomewhere,inhissecretEnglishheart,beingagooddealofasoldier,hebelievedtheywererighttoresentthedifference.