Sure, the City loathed the old Labour Party that Jeremy Corbyn grew up with but they loved the Blairites.

I marvel that these steppers upon flowers childishly make no provision for the pitfalls concealed beneath them.

The exaltation of a monarch was such that few were fit to dine with one. Meanwhile, as many as eight grooms of the stool waited on kings when at privy. A king sat alone at the table and in company at the throne.

But the Expedient, in the sense in which it is opposed to the Right, generally means that which is expedient for the particular interest of the agent himself; as when a minister sacrifices the interests of his country to keep himself in place.