Thegreathouse，thechurch，thevillage，andthelabourersandtheservantsintheirstationsanddegrees，seemedtome，Isay，tobeaclosedandcompletesocialsystem。Aboutuswereothervillagesandgreatestates，andfromhousetohouse，interlacing，correlated，theGentry，thefineOlympians，cameandwent。Thecountrytownsseemedmerecollectionsofships，marketingplacesforthetenantry，centresforsucheducationastheyneeded，asentirelydependentonthegentryasthevillageandscarcelylessdirectlyso。Ithoughtthiswastheorderofthewholeworld。I
thoughtLondonwasonlyagreatercountrytownwherethegentle-folkkepttown-housesanddidtheirgreatershoppingunderthemagnificentshadowofthegreatestofallfinegentlewomen，theQueen。Itseemedtobeinthedivineorder。Thatallthisfineappearancewasalreadysapped，thattherewereforcesatworkthatmightpresentlycarryallthiselaboratesocialsysteminwhichmymotherinstructedmesocarefullythatImightunderstandmy“place。”toLimbo，hadscarcelydawneduponmeevenbythetimethatTono-Bungaywasfairlylaunchedupontheworld。
TherearemanypeopleinEnglandto-dayuponwhomithasnotyetdawned。TherearetimeswhenIdoubtwhetheranybutaveryinconsiderableminorityofEnglishpeoplerealisehowextensivelythisostensibleorderhasevennowpassedaway。Thegreathousesstandintheparksstill，thecottagesclusterrespectfullyontheirborders，touchingtheireaveswiththeircreepers，theEnglishcountryside——youcanrangethroughKentfromBladesovernorthwardandseepersistsobstinatelyinlookingwhatitwas。
ItislikeanearlydayinafineOctober。Thehandofchangerestsonitall，unfelt，unseen；restingforawhile，asitwerehalfreluctantly，beforeitgripsandendsthethingforever。
Onefrostandthewholefaceofthingswillbebare，linkssnap，patienceend，ourfinefoliageofpretenceslieglowinginthemire。