She is wretched because Mr.Serjeant Shirker worships money and ambition, and is a Snob and a coward.
If the unfortunate Pump Temple and his giddy hussy of a wife have ruined themselves, and dragged down others into their calamity, it is because they loved rank, and horses, and plate, and carriages, and COURT GUIDES, and millinery, and would sacrifice all to attain those objects.
And who misguides them?
If the world were more simple, would not those foolish people follow the fashion?
Does not the world love COURT GUIDES, and millinery, and plate, and carriages?
Mercy on us! Read the fashionable intelligence; read the COURT CIRCULAR; read the genteel novels; survey mankind, from Pimlico to Red Lion Square, and see how the Poor Snob is aping the Rich Snob; how the Mean Snob is grovelling at the feet of the Proud Snob; and the Great Snob is lording it over his humble brother.

Does the idea of equality ever enter Dives' head?
Will it ever?
Will the Duchess of Fitzbattleaxe (I like a good name) ever believe that Lady Croesus, her next-door neighbour in Belgrave Square, is as good a lady as her Grace?
Will Lady Croesus ever leave off pining the Duchess's parties, and cease patronizing Mrs.Broadcloth whose husband has not got his Baronetcy yet?
Will Mrs.Broadcloth ever heartily shake hands with Mrs.Seedy, and give up those odious calculations about poor dear Mrs.
Seedy's income?
Will Mrs.Seedy who is starving in her great house, go and live comfortably in a little one, or in lodgings?
Will her landlady, Miss Letsam, ever stop wondering at the familiarity of tradespeople, or rebuking the insolence of Suky, the maid, who wears flowers under her bonnet like a lady?
But why hope, why wish for such times?
Do I wish all Snobs to perish?
Do I wish these Snob papers to determine?
Suicidal fool, art not thou, too, a Snob and a brother?
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