classes, whose education has always had a mandarin quality—­very, very little of it, and very cold and choice.  In America you have so far had no real conservative class at all.  Fortunate continent!  You cast out your Tories, and you were left with nothing but Whigs and Radicals.  But our peculiar bad luck has been to get a sort of revolutionary who is a Tory mandarin too.  Ruskin and Morris, for example, were as reactionary and anti-scientific as the dukes and the bishops.  Machine haters.  Science haters.  Rule of Thumbites to the bone.  So are our current Socialists.  They’ve filled this country with the idea that the ideal automobile ought to be made entirely by the hand labour of traditional craftsmen, quite individually, out of beaten copper, wrought iron and seasoned oak.  All this electric-starter business and this electric lighting outfit I have here, is perfectly hateful to the English mind....  It isn’t that we are simply backward in these things, we are antagonistic.  The British mind has never really tolerated electricity; at least, not that sort of electricity that runs through wires.  Too slippery and glib for it.  Associates it with Italians and fluency generally, with Volta, Galvani, Marconi and so on.  The proper British electricity is that high-grade useless long-sparking stuff you get by turning round a glass machine; stuff we used to call frictional electricity.  Keep it in Leyden jars....  At Claverings here they still refuse to have electric bells.  There was a row when the Solomonsons, who were tenants here for a time, tried to put them in....”

Mr. Direck had followed this cascade of remarks with a patient smile and a slowly nodding head.  “What you say,” he said, “forms a very marked contrast indeed with the sort of thing that goes on in America.  This friend of mine I was speaking of, the one who is connected with an automobile factory in Toledo—­”

“Of course,” Mr. Britling burst out again, “even conservatism isn’t an ultimate thing.  After all, we and your enterprising friend at Toledo, are very much the same blood.  The conservatism, I mean, isn’t racial.  And our earlier energy shows it isn’t in the air or in the soil.  England has become unenterprising and sluggish because England has been so prosperous and comfortable....”

“Exactly,” said Mr. Direck.  “My friend of whom I was telling you, was a man named Robinson, which indicates pretty clearly that he was of genuine English stock, and, if I may say so, quite of your build and complexion; racially, I should say, he was, well—­very much what you are....”

Section 7

This rally of Mr. Direck’s mind was suddenly interrupted.

Mr. Britling stood up, and putting both hands to the sides of his mouth, shouted “Yi-ah!  Aye-ya!  Thea!” at unseen hearers.