Scene + 

IV + 

Grosvenor-square. + 

Enter Turnstile, musing. + 

Turnstile + 

This will never do! They make use of me, and laugh at me in their sleeves;⁠—push me round and go by. That break down was a devil of a business! They didn’t laugh out to be sure; but they coughed and looked unutterably!! And where is this to end? What shall I have to show for it? Confounded loss of time;⁠—to hear those fellows prosing, instead of seeing the occultation last night. And that book of Ls.’; so much that I had begun upon⁠—and might have finished! It never will do! Rousing himself after a pause. But knowledge, after all, is power! That at least is certain⁠—power⁠—to do what? to refuse Lord Doodle’s invitation; and to ask Lord Humbug for a favour, which it is ten to one he will refuse! But the Royal Society is defunct! That I have accomplished. Gilbert, and the Duke! and the Secretaries! I have driven them all before me!⁠—and, now, though I must not be a knight of the Guelphic order, (yet a riband is a pretty looking thing! and a star too!⁠—) I will show that I can teach them how to make knights; and describe the decorations that other men are to wear. But here comes Lord Flumm, and I am saved the bore of calling upon him. + 