'The Duke of Buccleugh presents his compliments to Mr. ——, and has the honor to enclose an order for the House of Lords.'
* * * This for my friend. Now to the premier's for myself. The viscount's house is certainly not more ostentatious than his neighbors.
'On business?' asked the porter, as I presented my 'little affair.'
'Yes,' said I, stoutly.
'Then you must take it to the office, in Downing-street. His lordship transacts no business at home.'
'Oh! it is private business—very special, and requires an immediate answer,' returned I, remembering the advantage of an air of consequence, with these 'gentlemen's gentlemen.'
The official disappeared, and soon brought me a roughly-folded note, addressed in true great men's hieroglyphics:
'—— —— Esq.,
'18 Norfolk-street, Strand.'
'Melbourne.'