Rodney nodded.  “Precisely that.  You’ve stated the case so clearly yourself—­in outline, for you’ve left out a great deal, of course—­that really it doesn’t leave much for me to say.  Let’s leave you alone for the moment.  I want to talk about other people.  There are other people in the world besides ourselves, of course, improbable as the fact occasionally seems.  The fact, I mean, that it’s a world not of individual units but of closely connected masses of people, not one of whom stands alone.  One can’t detach oneself; one’s got to be in with one camp or another.  The world’s full of different and opposing camps—­worse luck.  There are the beauty-lovers and the beauty-scorners, and all the fluctuating masses in between, like most of us, who love some aspects of it and scorn others.  There are the well-meaning and the ill-meaning—­and again the incoherent cross-benchers, who mean a little good and a little harm and for the most part mean nothing at all either way.  Again, there are what people call the well-bred, the ill-bred, and of course the half-bred.  An idiotic division that, because what do we know, any of us, of breeding, that we should call it good or bad?  But there it is; a most well-marked division in everyone’s eyes.  And (and now I’m getting to the point) there are the rich and the poor—­or call them, rather, the Haves and the Have-nots.  I don’t mean with regard to money particularly, though that comes in.  But it’s an all-round, thing.  It’s an undoubted fact, and one there’s no getting round, that some people are born with the acquiring faculty, and others with the losing.  Most of us, of course, are in the half-way house, and win and lose in fairly average proportions.  But some of us seem marked out either for the one or for the other.  I know personally a good many in both camps.  Many more of the Have-nots, though, because I prefer to cultivate their acquaintance.  There’s a great deal to be done for the Haves too; they need, I fancy, all the assistance they can get if they’re not to become prosperity-rotten.  The Have-Nots haven’t that danger; but they’ve plenty of dangers of their own; and, well, I suppose it’s a question of taste, and that I prefer them.  Anyhow, I do know a great many.  People, you understand, with nothing at all that seems to make life tolerable.  Destitutes, incapables, outcasts, slaves to their own lusts or to a grinding economic system or to some other cruelty of fate or men.  Whatever the immediate cause of their ill-fortune may be, its underlying, fundamental cause is their own inherent faculty for failure and loss, their incompetence to take and hold the good things of life.  You know the stale old hackneyed cry of the anti-socialists, how it would be no use equalising conditions because each man would soon return again to his original state.  It’s true in a deeper sense than they mean.  You might equalise economic conditions as much as you please, but you’d never equalise fundamental conditions;