"Aren't the new ones even honest?" Burgoyne asked.
"They haven't shown it as yet."
"Do you think our ancestors were any different?"
"Possibly not—but they are dead and we are entirely respectable!" smiled Pendleton. "Moreover it required a century for them to pry open the doors—and culture was acquired while they were prying. Now—the doors are jimmied open while you wait."
"I thought you said they opened them with a golden key," Burgoyne remarked.
"They pry them open with the gold key, Sir Captious—is that plain to you?"
"It's the survival of the fittest," suggested Devereux.
"On the basis of the dollar mark—yes."
"Which we have agreed is the universal basis now-a-days," said Burgoyne. "Tell me, who is the young woman who has just driven up in the cart?"