Arthur shook his head, stirring his teaspoon leisurely, the metal lightly tapping against the porcelain, making a crisp sound: "Eld, what you said really makes people feel sorry for you. So many people scramble to get into White Hall, even if only as a third-class clerk, they could boast about it for a lifetime among their fellow country gentry. Now you manage an entire bureau's affairs, with dozens under your command working overtime at your behest, yet you still act like a victim. What part of societal injustice? Remember, you got to this position through your genuine talent and learning."
Eld laughed heartily, fully understanding Arthur's point: "Of course, if not genuine talent and learning, would it have been through alumni connections? Only the riffraff of Oxford and Cambridge indulge in nepotism; we graduates of the University of London, out in the world, rely on our abilities!"
