ABSTRACT
A f t e r he had fixed the broad outlines of his antislavery campaign, Gordon looked round for a moment in order to get his domestic bearings. He found that he was “ guarded like an ingot of gold ” , and that the etiquette of the Palace was most irksome. “ If I get up,” he wrote, “ everyone does the same. It is a misery, and I now feel what work princes must go through. I take advantage of their ignorance to say to the sheikhs ‘ Now, old bird, it is time for you to go ’ ; they are delighted.”
