NotI！ThereinthatgreatpileofVictorianarchitecturethelandlordsandthelawyers，thebishops，therailwaymenandthemagnatesofcommercegotoandfro——intheirincurabletraditionofcommercialisedBladesovery，ofmeretriciousgentryandnobilitysoldforriches。Ihavebeennearenoughtoknow。TheIrishandtheLabour-menrunaboutamongtheirfeet，makingafuss，effectinglittle，they’vegotnobetterplansthatIcansee。Respectitindeed！There’sacertainparaphernaliaofdignity，butwhomdoesitdeceive？TheKingcomesdowninagiltcoachtoopentheshowandwearslongrobesandacrown；andthere’sadisplayofstoutandslenderlegsinwhitestockingsandstoutandslenderlegsinblackstockingsandartfuloldgentlemeninermine。IwasremindedofonecongestedafternoonI
hadspentwithmyauntamidstaclusterofagitatedwomen’shatsintheRoyalGalleryoftheHouseofLordsandhowIsawtheKinggoingtoopenParliament，andtheDukeofDevonshirelookinglikeagorgeouspedlarandterriblyboredwiththecapofmaintenanceonatraybeforehimhungbyslingsfromhisshoulder。A
wonderfulspectacle！
Itisquaint，nodoubt，thisEngland——itisevendignifiedinplaces——andfullofmellowassociations。Thatdoesnotalterthequalityoftherealitiestheserobesconceal。Therealitiesaregreedytrade，baseprofit——seeking，boldadvertisement；andkingshipandchivalry，spiteofthiswearingoftreasuredrobes，areasdeadamongitallasthatcrusadermyunclechampionedagainstthenettlesoutsidetheDuffieldchurch。
Ihavethoughtmuchofthatbrightafternoon’spanorama。