"I would only have it recognized that there must be some class in my ideal republic who will do the duties of the slaves of old.
I would have it so arranged that they should occupy this class only when they had shown they were unfit for anything higher, and I would also arrange it that the moment they appeared capable of rising out of it there should be no bar to their doing so.

It is the cry of our all being equal because we have two arms and two legs and a head in common, not counting any mental endowment, which is utter trash and hypocrisy.

But when these agitators are shouting for the people's rights and inciting poor ignorant wretches to revolt, they never suggest that the lowest of them is not perfectly suited to the highest position! Those occupying any station above the lowest have got there merely by superior luck and favoritism, not merit--that is what they preach." Mr.Hanbury-Green was just going to answer with a biting attack when Miss Cora Lutworth's rather high voice was heard interrupting from a tall old chair in which she had perched herself.
"Why, Mr.Derringham, we all want to be something very grand," she laughed merrily.

"I hate common people and love English dukes and duchesses--don't you, Cis ?" and she looked at Mrs.Cricklander, who was standing in a position of much stately grace by the lofty mantelpiece.
"You sweet girl!" exclaimed Lord Freynault, who was next to her.

"I cannot get any nearer to those favored folk than my uncle's being a duke, but won't you let me in for some of your friendly feelings on that account ?" "I certainly will," she answered archly, "because I like the way you look.