Almost gravely John helped her into the saddle, and they started off
at a canter. The wind whipped their faces, the superb vitality of
the horses seemed to flow through their bodies. Ahead lay the wooded
country and the chimneys of "The Croft." John remembered that white
strip of road, the birch-tree copse and the laughter in Muriel's eyes
evermore. In the years that followed he was to love, but it was
never quite the same, there was more intelligence in it, more
consciousness, more passion, but not the quick edge of sharp surprise.
II
John's Christmas at "The Croft" was his first experience of life at
an English country house, and he saw there how money and leisure
could make existence almost ideally tranquil. He learned too, the
patrician order of things. Hitherto, humanity for him had only been
classed in nationalities. He had recognised, of course, that mankind
itself was divided into the rich and poor, those who did what they
wished, and those who laboured as they must. But he now saw that
Society was more subtly divided; it had its rigorous caste systems,
and he was living in the strictest caste of all. The county type
that he met at "The Croft" was something distinct. It spoke very
definitely of humanity as "the masses." Clearly they were a slightly
inferior people, to whom a duty must be performed. They had to be
kept in their places, taught to recognise superiority and to render
homage without servility; in return for this recognition they were
rewarded with the influence and interest of those who controlled
their lives.
Down in the village John found that, as the guest of the Vernleys, he
was somebody. The villagers touched their caps to him, the
postmistress was effusively polite. All this seemed strange at first
to John, for accustomed to the deference of the Moslem before all
Englishmen, he had conceived a socialistic idea of the position and
powers of all who spoke his native tongue. After a time he grew
accustomed to the patrician attitude. It was so easy to assume the
air of command, to know that servants, even English ones, were there
to serve, and that one could be perfectly polite to them and forfeit
no respect or authority.
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