On the following morning, at ten o’clock, Lord Nidderdale sat at breakfast with his father in the old lord’s house in Berkeley Square.  From thence the house which Melmotte had hired was not above a few hundred yards distant.  At this time the young lord was living with his father, and the two had now met by appointment in order that something might be settled between them as to the proposed marriage.  The Marquis was not a very pleasant companion when the affairs in which he was interested did not go exactly as he would have them.  He could be very cross and say most disagreeable words,—­so that the ladies of the family, and others connected with him, for the most part, found it impossible to live with him.  But his eldest son had endured him...