could, they would have all the aristocracy beheaded. As my dear friend, the Baroness de la Veille Roche, once said to me, 'My darling Mimi, the canaille would wade in our blood if they dared.'"
"I doubt it," said Miss Stott stolidly; "people are not as bloodthirsty as that, even if they are Radicals or Socialists. After all, human beings are very much alike in the grain whatever their rank, and none of us would care particularly to wade in blood."
"Alike!" echoed Mrs. Dumaresq. "My dear Miss Stott, you are mistaken. Between the upper and the lower classes there is the greatest possible difference. They have not our sensitiveness, our refinement, our delicacy." Mrs. Dumaresq said "our" to show she knew her manners, and to accentuate her diplomatic training.
"Do you think not?" queried Miss Stott. Of course they have not external refinement, nor the advantages of education. But do you really think they are less sensitive, less delicate in their own way? Why, every day there are cases in the paper that seem to show Belgravia and Whitechapel are very much alike when their blood is up. The chief difference to me appears to be that
