“Lastly,” said Bounderby, “as to our hands. There’s not a hand in this town, sir, man, woman, or child, but has one ultimate object in life. That object is, to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. Now, they’re not a-going⁠—none of ’em⁠—ever to be fed on turtle soup and venison with a gold spoon. And now you know the place.”

Mr. Harthouse professed himself in the highest degree instructed and refreshed, by this condensed epitome of the whole Coketown question.