“Not in the least,” answered Walter. “I am but a poor hack.” “It is well to be modest; but I am not bound to take your description of yourself. Your class at least is in a fair way to take the lead!” “In what, pray?” “In politics, in society, in everything.” “You ladyship can not think it desirable.” “I do not pretend to desire it. I am not false to my own people. But the fact remains that you are coming to the front, and we are falling behind. And the sooner you get to the front, the better it will be for the world, and for us too.” “I can not say I understand you.” “I will tell you why. There are now no fewer than three aristocracies. There is one of rank, and one of brains. I belong to the one, you to the other. But there is a third.” “If you recognize the rich as an aristocracy, you must allow me to differ from you--very much!” “Naturally. I quite agree with you. But what can your opinion and mine avail against the rising popular tide! All the old families are melting away, swallowed by the _nouveaux riches_. I should not mind, or at least I should feel it in me to submit with a good grace, if we were pushed from our stools by a new aristocracy of literature and science, but I do rebel against the social _régime_ which is every day more strongly asserting itself. All the gradations are fast disappearing; the palisades of good manners, dignity, and respect, are vanishing with the hedges; the country is positively inundated with slang and vulgarity--all from the ill-breeding, presumption, and self-satisfaction of new people.” Walter felt tempted to ask whether it was not the fault of the existent aristocracy in receiving and flattering them; whether it could not protect society if it would; whether in truth the aristocracy did not love, even honor money as much as they; but he was silent. As if she read his thought, Lady Tremaine resumed: “The plague of it is that younger sons must live! Money they must have!--and there’s the gate off the hinges! The best, and indeed the only thing to help is, that the two other aristocracies make common cause to keep the rich in their proper place.” It was not a very subtle flattery, but Walter was pleased. The lady saw she had so far gained her end, for she had an end in view, and changed the subject. “You go out of an evening, I see!” she said at length. “I am glad. Some authors will not.” “I do when I can. The evening, however, to one who--who--” “--Has an eye on posterity! Of course! It is gold and diamonds! How silly all our pursuits must appear in your eyes! But I hope you will make an exception in my favor!” “I shall be most happy,” responded Walter, cordially. “I will not ask you to come and be absorbed in a crowd--not the first time at least! Gould you not manage to come and see me in the morning?” “I am at your ladyship’s service,” replied Walter. “Then come--let me see!--the day after to-morrow--about five o’clock. 17, Goodrich Square.”