Melmotte stood directly in his way, and with unabashed audacity repeated his demand.  ’I am desirous of being presented to his Imperial Majesty.  Will you do me the honour of making my request known to Mr Wilson?’ Mr Wilson was the Secretary of State, who was as busy as a Secretary of State is sure to be on such an occasion.

‘I hardly know,’ said Lord De Griffin.  ’I’m afraid it’s all arranged.  I don’t know anything about it myself.’

‘You can introduce me to Mr Wilson.’

’He’s up there, Mr Melmotte; and I couldn’t get at him.  Really you must excuse me.  I’m very sorry.  If I see him I’ll tell him.’  And the poor...