They only confuse ranks.

A sweep is made a lord, and outsiders think he's a gentlemen." "Come, you're a baronet yourself, you know," said Eugene.
"It's true," admitted Ayre, with a sigh; "but it happened a long while ago, and we've nearly lived it down." "Take care they don't make you a peer!" "I have passed a busy life in avoiding it.

After all, there's a chance.
I'm not a brewer or a lawyer, or anything of that kind.

But still, the fear of it has paralyzed my energies and compelled me to squander my fortune.

They don't make poor men peers." "That ought to have been allowed to weigh in the balance in favor of Dives," suggested Eugene.
"Not a bit," said Ayre.