Yes, my love, this disreputable old man had been for some time past the object of the disinterested attention of the great sovereigns of Europe.  The Emperor Nicolas (a moral character, though following the Greek superstition, and adored for his mildness and benevolence of disposition), the Emperor Ferdinand, the King of Prussia, and our own gracious Queen, had taken such just offence at his conduct and disobedience towards a young and interesting sovereign, whose authority he had disregarded, whose fleet he had kidnapped, whose fair provinces he had pounced upon, that they determined to come to the aid of Abdul Medjid the First, Emperor of the Turks, and bring his rebellious vassal to reason.  In this project the French nation was invited to join; but they refused the invitation, saying, that it was necessary for the maintenance of the balance of power in Europe that his Highness Mehemet Ali should keep possession of what by hook or by crook he had gotten, and that they would have no hand in injuring him.  But why continue this argument, which you have read in the newspapers for many months past?  You, my dear, must know as well as I, that the balance of power in Europe could not possibly be maintained in any such way; and though, to be sure, for the last fifteen years, the progress of the old robber has not made much difference to us in the neighborhood of Russell Square, and the battle of Nezib did not in the least affect our taxes, our homes, our institutions, or the price of butcher’s meat, yet there is no knowing what might have happened had Mehemet Ali been allowed to remain quietly as he was:  and the balance of power in Europe might have been—­the deuce knows where.

Here, then, in a nutshell, you have the whole matter in dispute.  While Mrs. Corbett and the Prince de Joinville were innocently interchanging compliments at St. Helena,—­bang! bang!  Commodore Napier was pouring broadsides into Tyre and Sidon; our gallant navy was storming breaches and routing armies; Colonel Hodges had seized upon the green standard of Ibrahim Pacha; and the powder-magazine of St. John of Acre was blown up sky-high, with eighteen hundred Egyptian soldiers in company with it.  The French said that l’or Anglais had achieved all these successes, and no doubt believed that the poor fellows at Acre were bribed to a man.

It must have been particularly unpleasant to a high-minded nation like the French—­at the very moment when the Egyptian affair and the balance of Europe had been settled in this abrupt way—­to find out all of a sudden that the Pasha of Egypt was their dearest friend and ally.  They had suffered in the person of their friend; and though, seeing that the dispute was ended, and the territory out of his hand, they could not hope to get it back for him, or to aid him in any substantial way, yet Monsieur Thiers determined, just as a mark of politeness to the Pasha, to fight all Europe for maltreating him,—­all Europe, England included.  He was bent on war, and an immense majority of the nation went with him.  He called for a million of soldiers, and would have had them too, had not the King been against the project and delayed the completion of it at least for a time.