To a certain order of intellect the word addressed by the living voice to an attentive assembly is always vastly impressive; when the word coincides with private sentiment it excites enthusiasm.

Alfred hated the aristocratic order of things with a rabid hatred.

In practice he could be as coarsely overbearing with his social inferiors as that scion of the nobility--existing of course somewhere--who bears the bell for feebleness of the pia mater; but that made him none the less a sound Radical.

In thinking of the upper classes he always thought of Hubert Eldon, and that name was scarlet to him.

Never trust the thoroughness of the man who is a revolutionist on abstract principles; personal feeling alone goes to the root of the matter.
Many were the gentlemen to whom Alfred had the happiness of being introduced in the course of the day.