"We've become so depraved that we are
actually telling the truth about somebodies instead of only about
nobodies."
"I might have known that you would sympathise with that sort of thing."
Mrs. Carnarvon was teasing, yet reproachful. "You always were an
anarchist."
"Is it anarchistic to be no respecter of persons and to put big headlines
over big items and little headlines over little items?"
"Oh, you know what I mean. You are encouraging the unruly classes."
"Dear me! And we thought we were fighting the unruly class. We thought that
it was our friends--or rather, your friends--the franchise grabbers and
legislature-buyers who won't obey the laws unless the laws happen to suit
their convenience. They're the only unruly class I know anything about.
I've heard of another kind but I've never been able to find it. And I never
hear much about it except when a lot of big rascals are making off weighted
down with plunder. They always shout back over their shoulders: 'Don't
raise a disturbance or you'll arouse the unruly classes.'"
Mrs. Carnarvon was laughing. "You put it well," she said, "and I'm not
clever enough to answer you. But they all tell me the _News-Record_
has become a dangerous paper, that it's attacking everybody who has
anything.
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