"If you are the, what do you call it, the mouthpiece of the people, I do not see how you can be anything else than the enemy of the aristocracy." "The aristocracy?
Who are they ?" he asked.

"I am the enemy of all those who, because they possess an ancient name and inherited wealth, consider themselves the God-appointed bullies of the poor, dealing them out meagre charities, lordly patronage, an unspoken but bitter contempt.

But the aristocracy of the earth are not of such as these.

Your class are furnishing the world with advanced thinkers every year, every month! Inherited prejudices can never survive the next few generations.

The fusion of classes must come." She shook her head.
"You are sanguine, my friend," she said.