who had driven to the door, and perhaps been admitted to some wretched gathering of wretched people,—­and not, after all, to have met the Emperor and the Prince.  But then, should she hear on the next morning that the Emperor and the Princes, that the Princesses, and the Duchesses, with the Ambassadors, Cabinet Ministers, and proper sort of world generally, had all been there,—­that the world, in short, had ignored Melmotte’s villainy,—­ then would her grief be still greater.  She sat down to dinner with her husband and Miss Longestaffe, and could not talk freely on the matter.  Miss Longestaffe was still a guest of the Melmottes, although she had transferred herself to the Monograms for a day or two.  And a horrible idea crossed Lady Monogram’s mind.  What should she...