People don't see that if everything were divided up to-day, and everybody was given a shilling, by next week the thrifty man would have a sovereign, and the spendthrift would be penniless.
Community of goods is impossible as long as human nature remains what it is.

But I can't knock that into people's heads.

I spoke of it once to Lord Newhaven, after his speech in the House of Lords.

I thought he was more educated and a shade less thoughtless than the idle rich usually are, and that he would see it if it was put plainly before him.

But he only said my arguments were incontrovertible, and slipped away." It was after this conversation, or rather monologue, that Hester and Rachel arranged to meet by stealth.
They were sitting luxuriously in the short grass, with their backs against the church-yard wall, and their hats tilted over their eyes.
"I wish I had met this Mr.Dick five or six years ago," said Rachel, with a sigh.
Hester was the only person who knew about Rachel's previous love disaster.
"Dick always gets what he wants in the long run," said Hester.