She spoke with clouded face, as one in anger.
"Don't you believe," he asked, "in the universal principle, the survival of the fittest?
Where there is wealth there must be poverty." She laughed.
"Change your terms," she suggested; "where there are robbers there must be victims.

But one may despise the victims all the same.

One may find their content, or rather their inaction, ignoble." "Generally speaking, it is the industrious who prosper," he affirmed.
She shook her head.
"If that were so, all would be well," she declared.

"As a matter of fact, it is entirely an affair of opportunity and temperament." "Why, you are a socialist," he said.

"You should come and talk to my friend Isaac." "I am not a socialist because I do not care one fig about others," she objected.