There was one group missing from Ward’s lineup. His rant singled out merchants, but by the time he took his stroll at the end of the ’90s, one claque of traders was gone: anyone dealing in joint-stock shares. Stockbrokers were, it seems, too loud, too bumptious, the wrong sort, and just generally ill-behaved, even by the standards of the shouting scrum of all the other buyers and sellers in the building.
