For a man to be rich, or for a woman to find favour in the eyes of some Imperial functionary, were ready passports to social recognition.

The landmarks between virtue and vice were obliterated.

The Court lady smiled in half-recognition on the courtezan, and paid her homage by endeavouring to imitate her dress and her manners.

Cardsharpers and stockjobbers, disreputable adventurers and public functionaries were intimate friends.

No one, able to insult modest industry by lavish ostentation, was asked how he had acquired his wealth.