other folk might be with theirs. Her ladyship may think I'm as good as her, if she takes that notion; but she'll have a deal to do to make me believe it.'
'I think you are much better than I, and I know very few people so good as you,' Lady Aurora remarked, blushing, not for her opinions, but for her timidity. It was easy to see that, though she was original, she would have liked to be even more original than she was. She was conscious, however, that such a declaration might appear rather gross to persons who didn't see exactly how she meant it; so she added, as quickly as her hesitating manner permitted, to cover it up, 'You know there's one thing you ought to remember, àpropos of revolutions and changes and all that sort of thing; I just mention it because we were talking of some of the dreadful things that were done in France. If there were to be a great disturbance in this country—and of course one hopes there won't—it would be my impression that the people would behave in a different way altogether.'
'What people do you mean?' Hyacinth allowed himself to inquire.
'Oh, the upper class, the people that have got all the things.'
'We don't call them the people,' observed Hyacinth, reflecting the next instant that his remark was a little primitive.
'I suppose you call them the wretches, the villains!' Rose Muniment suggested, laughing merrily.
'All the things, but not all the brains,' her brother said.
'No, indeed, aren't they stupid?' exclaimed her ladyship. 'All the same, I don't think they would go abroad.'
