I liked him, and I
cannot leave him without noting that he was of the lean-faced,
slightly aquiline British type, with a light mustache; he was
well dressed and well set up, and he spoke strongly, as North
Britons do, with nothing of our people's husky whine. I found him
on further acquaintance of anti-Chamberlain politics, pro-Boer as
to the late war, and rather socialistic. He blamed the labor men
for not choosing labor men to office instead of the gentry who
offered themselves. He belonged to a plumbers' union, and he had
nothing to complain of, but he inferred that the working-man was
better off in America, from the fact that none of his friends who
had gone to the States ever came home to stay, though they nearly
all came home for a holiday, sooner or later. He differed from my
other friend, the accountant, in being very fond of the Welsh; it
must be owned their race seemed to have acquired merit with him
through the tip of two sovereigns which his last employer in
Llandudno had given him. On the other hand, he had no love for
the Italians who were coming in, especially at Glasgow.
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