'I remember years ago reading the life of Charles Kingsley who has been called "a very perfect gentleman". Yet in that book, collated by his wife, one can read how, just as the family was sitting down to a well provided breakfast table, a poor vagrant woman called at Evesleigh Rectory for help. She had been out all night and, as Kingsley himself admits, was utterly wretched. Tired, hungry and in rags she appealed to this "very perfect Christian knight" for a little food! Did she get it? No! the "very perfect knight" sent her empty away to walk some miles to the nearest workhouse!'