““But, say what you like, our Queen reigns over the greatest nation that ever existed.” “Which nation?” asked the younger stranger, “for she reigns over two.” The stranger paused; Egremont was silent, but looked inquiringly. “Yes,” resumed the stranger after a moment’s interval. “Two nations; between whom there is no intercourse and no sympathy; who are as ignorant of each other’s habits, thoughts, and feelings, as if they were dwellers in different zones, or inhabitants of different planets; who are formed by a different breeding, are fed by a different food, are ordered by different manners, and are not governed by the same laws.” “You speak of——,” said Egremont, hesitatingly. “The Rich and the Poor.” Benjamin Disraeli: “Sybil, or The Two Nations.””
