"That man who was driving the
long roller, and with whom you were indignant because he wouldn't get
out of our way, is the president of the company."
"That needn't make him so uncivil," said Rose, poutingly, "for if it
comes to that you're the LANDLORD," she added triumphantly.
"No," said the major, good-humoredly. "I am simply the man driving the
lighter and more easily-managed team for pleasure, and he's the man
driving the heavier and more difficult machine for work. It's for me to
get out of his way; and looked at in the light of my being THE LANDLORD
it is still worse, for as we're working 'on shares' I'm interrupting HIS
work, and reducing HIS profits merely because I choose to sacrifice my
own."
I need not say that those atrociously leveling sentiments were received
by the young ladies with that feminine scorn which is only qualified
by misconception. Rose, who, under the influence of her hostess, had a
vague impression that they sounded something like the French Revolution,
and that Adele must feel like the Princess Elizabeth, rushed to her
relief like a good girl.
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