"There's a message for you, Major," said the functionary.

"Emigrant," said the functionary, "I am going to send you on to Paris, under an escort."

"Name, please," said the functionary, who still clung to this relic of the formality of the past.

"'Tis for you to repress it," said the functionary, "I grant your Highness full power to do so."

"There is no oil, there is no tin, no gold, no iron-positivelynone," said the functionary, growing vexed at such unreasonable rapacity.

"You have the honour, sir," said the functionary, addressing young Scrymgeour, "to occupy the same table with His Highness Prince Florizel of Bohemia."