The echoes tell that we are in for oratory with a vengeance.

Mr.Cullen is a short, stout man, very seedily habited, with a great rough head of hair, an aquiline nose, lungs of vast power.

His vein is King Cambyses'; he tears passion to tatters; he roars leonine; he is your man to have at the pamper'd jades of Asia! He has got hold of a new word, and that the verb to 'exploit.' I am exploited, thou art exploited,--_he_ exploits! Who?
Why, such men as that English duke whom the lecturer gripped and flagellated.

The English duke is Mr.Cullen's bugbear; never a speech from Mr.Cullen but that duke is most horribly mauled.

His ground rents,--yah! Another word of which Mr.Cullen is fond is 'strattum,'-- usually spelt and pronounced with but one t midway.
You and I have the misfortune to belong to a social 'strattum' which is trampled flat and hard beneath the feet of the landowners.