"I hear my uncle talk about you. He praises your hard spirit, your determined cast of mind, your scorn of low enemies, your resolution not 'to truckle to the mob,' as he says."
"And would you have me truckle to them?"
"No, not for the world. I never wish you to lower yourself; but somehow I cannot help thinking it unjust to include all poor working-people under the general and insulting name of 'the mob,' and continually to think of them and treat them haughtily."
"You are a little democrat, Caroline. If your uncle knew, what would he say?"
"I rarely talk to my uncle, as you know, and never about such things. He thinks everything but sewing and cooking above women's comprehension, and out of their line."
"And do you fancy you comprehend the subjects on which you advise me?"

I hear my uncle talk about you. He praises your hard and determined spirit, your scorn of low enemies, and your resolution not 'to truckle to the mob.' Yet I cannot help thinking it unjust to include all poor working-people under the insulting name of 'the mob,' and to treat them haughtily."
"You are a little democrat, Caroline. If your uncle knew, what would he say?"
"I rarely talk to my uncle, and never about such things. He thinks everything but sewing and cooking above women's comprehension."
"And do you fancy you comprehend the subjects on which you advise me?"
