LETTERS TO THE EDITOR
A Classless Society Sut.—In the Spectator of March 30th Mrs. Beryl Seaton tells a story pre- sumably from her own experience. I will tell you one from mine. During the ten years that I represented Edinburgh I had as an agent (unpaid except for compensation for loss of wages during the elections) a signal- man on the L.N.E.R. In off moments we often climbed Arthur's Seat together and went for other walks. We discussed freely all subjects— politics, religion, books, class, psychology. Of all the many friendships I have had in my life no other was so completely satisfying. When, a year and a half ago, he was stricken down with cancer I went specially to Edin- burgh to sec him and spent eight separate half-hours by his bedside. When visiting sick and dying friends I usually find it necessary to think out carefully in advancz what I think would interest them. It was not so in his case. I knew that whether we talked or remained silent there would be perfect understanding.
Mrs. Seaton's and mine are just two individual stories, and the only moral I seek to draw is that it is unsafe to generalise.—Yours, &c., 11 Old Square, Lincoln's Inn, W.C.2. PETHICK-LAWRENCE.
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