everybody to everybody. The rich American doesn’t call her cook a lady–
isn’t that so?”
“Yes, it’s so. What of it?”
He was surprised and a little disappointed, to see that his admirable
shot had produced no perceptible effect.
“What of it?” he said. “Why this: equality is not conceded here, after
all, and the Americans are no better off than the English. In fact
there’s no difference.”
“Now what an idea. There’s nothing in a title except what is put into
it–you’ve said that yourself. Suppose the title is ‘clean,’ instead of
‘lady.’ You get that?”
“I believe so. Instead of speaking of a woman as a lady, you substitute
clean and say she’s a clean person.”
“That’s it. In England the swell folks don’t speak of the working people
as gentlemen and ladies?”
“Oh, no.”
“And the working people don’t call themselves gentlemen and ladies?”
“Certainly not.”
“So if you used the other word there wouldn’t be any change. The swell
people wouldn’t call anybody but themselves ‘clean,’ and those others
would drop sort of meekly into their way of talking and they wouldn’t
call themselves clean. We don’t do that way here. Everybody calls
himself a lady or gentleman, and thinks he is, and don’t care what
anybody else thinks him, so long as he don’t say it out loud. You think
there’s no difference. You knuckle down and we don’t. Ain’t that a
difference?”
“It is a difference I hadn’t thought of; I admit that. Still–calling
one’s self a lady doesn’t–er–”
“I wouldn’t go on if I were you.”
Howard Tracy turned his head to see who it might be that had introduced
this remark. It was a short man about forty years old, with sandy hair,
no beard, and a pleasant face badly freckled but alive and intelligent,
and he wore slop-shop clothing which was neat but showed wear. He had
come from the front room beyond the hall, where he had left his hat, and
he had a chipped and cracked white wash-bowl in his hand. The girl came
and took the bowl.
“I’ll get it for you. You go right ahead and give it to him, Mr.
Barrow. He’s the new boarder–Mr. Tracy–and I’d just got to where it
was getting too deep for me.”
“Much obliged if you will, Hattie. I was coming to borrow of the boys.”
He sat down at his ease on an old trunk, and said, “I’ve been listening
and got interested; and as I was saying, I wouldn’t go on, if I were you.
You see where you are coming to, don’t you? Calling, yourself a lady
doesn’t elect you; that is what you were going to say; and you saw that
if you said it you were going to run right up against another difference
that you hadn’t thought of: to-wit, Whose right is it to do the electing?
Over there, twenty thousand people in a million elect themselves
gentlemen and ladies, and the nine hundred and eighty thousand accept
that decree and swallow the affront which it puts upon them. Why, if
they didn’t accept it, it wouldn’t be an election, it would be a dead
letter and have no force at all. Over here the twenty thousand would-be
exclusives come up to the polls and vote themselves to be ladies and
gentlemen. But the thing doesn’t stop there. The nine hundred and
eighty thousand come and vote themselves to be ladies and gentlemen too,
and that elects the whole nation. Since the whole million vote
themselves ladies and gentlemen, there is no question about that
election. It does make absolute equality, and there is no fiction about
it; while over yonder the inequality, (by decree of the infinitely
feeble, and consent of the infinitely strong,) is also absolute–as real
and absolute as our equality.”
Tracy had shrunk promptly into his English shell when this speech began,
notwithstanding he had now been in severe training several weeks for
contact and intercourse with the common herd on the common herd’s terms;
but he lost no time in pulling himself out again, and so by the time the
speech was finished his valves were open once more, and he was forcing