Once more to the charge= In your answer to my letter I feel the new touch of an independent attack. Villerant comes in, but I feel this time that you have set your own dear person up for a rebuff. You have not sent me any Aunt Sally, but my Grecian wife. I will take two things and answer them.=First, you object to my treatment of the Gentleman, because you sharply maintain, more or less, that I by no means object to being a gentleman myself.=On that point, my dear girl, you have _not got_ me. For many purposes, on occasion I should not hesitate to emphasize the fact that I was not born in the gutter. If, for instance, I was applying for a post where such a qualification was necessary, Harrow would not be forgotten. The Gutter generally spoils a man’s complexion in childhood. He grows up with sores around his mouth and a constantly dirty skin. His eyes, unless he has them well in hand, become wolfish and hard, etc. Who would not be better pleased that he was born on the sunny side of the wall? All that has nothing to do with my argument. Those things are in themselves nothing to linger round, although the opposite, squalor and meanness, it is more excusable to remember and lament. But in your last letter you reveal an idea that seems chiefly to have struck you, and which is at the bottom of your present obstinacy. In your letter of last month you kept it in the background, or did not state it in so many words. (In once more reading through your present letter, I find you have not even stated it _there_. But I see, I believe, the notion that has found favour with you.) I will give you my opinion on it in the form of a criticism of an article I read yesterday in an English paper (one of those you sent me).