Listen to him.

You have come, my Lord, about Pump Street ?" "About the city of Notting Hill," answered Wayne, proudly, "of which Pump Street is a living and rejoicing part." "Not a very large part," said Barker, contemptuously.
"That which is large enough for the rich to covet," said Wayne, drawing up his head, "is large enough for the poor to defend." The King slapped both his legs, and waved his feet for a second in the air.
"Every respectable person in Notting Hill," cut in Buck, with his cold, coarse voice, "is for us and against you.

I have plenty of friends in Notting Hill." "Your friends are those who have taken your gold for other men's hearthstones, my Lord Buck," said Provost Wayne.

"I can well believe they are your friends." "They've never sold dirty toys, anyhow," said Buck, laughing shortly.
"They've sold dirtier things," said Wayne, calmly: "they have sold themselves." "It's no good, my Buckling," said the King, rolling about on his chair.

"You can't cope with this chivalrous eloquence.