And this house will be turned into a
Dispensary for Dyspeptic Proletarians, or more probably an American
named Cohen will buy it and explain to his guests at dinner just how
much it cost him."
Peter remembered broken and vine-grown chimneys where stately homes
had stood, the extinction of a romantic plantation life, the
vanishing of the gentlemen of the old South, as the Champneys had
vanished. They had taken with them something never to be replaced in
American life, perhaps; but hadn't that vanished something made room
for a something else intrinsically better and sounder, because based
on a larger conception of freedom and justice? The American looked
at the cavalier's haughty, handsome face; he looked at the
Englishman thoughtfully.
"Yes. You will go," he agreed presently. "All things pass. That is
the law. In the end it is a good law."
"I should think it would altogether depend on what replaces us,"
said the other, dryly.
"And that," said Peter, "altogether depends upon you, doesn't it?
It's in your power to shape it, you know.
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