|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
Although he was often seized with a kind of terror of the future - of being unable to work - he fought against these feelings and tried to believe that when the weather became warmer he would be all right once more.
When Barrington came in Owen was sitting in a deck-chair by the fire in the sitting-room. He had been to work that day with Harlow, washing off the ceilings and stripping the old paper from the walls of two rooms in Rushton's home, and he looked very haggard and exhausted.
`I have never told you before,' said Barrington, after they had been talking for a while, `but I suppose you have guessed that I did not work for Rushton because I needed to do so in order to live. I just wanted to see things for myself; to see life as it is lived by the majority. My father is a wealthy man. He doesn't approve of my opinions,