always had a great respect,—a very great respect,—I may say regard. And now, Eames, what do you say to taking FitzHoward's place? The work is hard. It is fair that I should tell you that. The work will, no doubt, be very hard. I take a greater share of what's going than my predecessors have done; and I don't mind telling you that I have been sent here, because a man was wanted who would do that.' The voice of Sir Raffle, as he continued, became more and more harsh, and Eames began to think how wise FitzHoward had been. 'I mean to do my duty, and I shall expect that my private secretary will do his. But, Mr Eames, I never forget a man. Whether he be good or bad, I never forget a man. You don't dislike late hours, I suppose.'
'Coming late to the office you mean? Oh, no, not in the least.'
'Staying late,—staying late. Six or seven o'clock if necessary, putting your shoulder to the wheel when the coach gets into the mud. That's what I've been doing all my life. They've known what I am very well. They've always kept me for the heavy roads. If they paid, in the Civil Service, by the hour, I believe I should have drawn a larger income than any man in it. If you take the vacant chair in the next room you'll find it's no joke. It's only fair that I should tell you that.'
'I can work as hard as any man,' said Eames.
'That's right. That's right. Stick to that and I'll stick to you. It will be a great gratification to me to have by me a friend of my old friend De Guest. Tell him I say so. And now you may as well get into harness at once. FitzHoward is there. You can go in to him, and at half-past four exactly I'll see you both. I'm very exact, mind,—very;—and therefore you must be exact.' Then Sir Raffle looked as though he desired to be left alone.
'Sir Raffle, there's one favour I want to ask of you,' said Johnny.
'And what's that?'
'I am most anxious to be absent for a fortnight or three weeks, just at Easter. I shall want to go in about ten days.'
'Absent for three weeks at Easter, when the parliamentary work is beginning! That won't do for a private secretary.'
'But it's very important, Sir Raffle.'
'Out of the question, Eames; quite out of the question.'
'It's almost life and death to me.'
'Almost life and death. Why, what are you going to do?' With all his grandeur and national importance, Sir Raffle would be very curious as to little people.
'Well, I can't exactly tell you, and I'm not quite sure myself.'
'Then don't talk nonsense. It's impossible that I should spare my private secretary just at that time of the year. I couldn't do it. The service won't admit of it. You're not entitled to leave at that season. Private secretaries always take their leave in the autumn.'
'I should like to be absent in the autumn too, but—'
'It's out of the question, Mr Eames.'
Then John Eames reflected that it behoved him in such an emergency to fire off his big gun. He had a great dislike to firing this big gun, but, as he said to himself, there are occasions which make a big gun very necessary. 'I got a letter from Lord De Guest this morning, pressing me very much to go to him at Easter. It's about business,' added Johnny. 'If there was any difficulty, he said, he should write to you.'
'Write to me,' said Sir Raffle, who did not like to be approached too familiarly in his office, even by an earl.
'Of course I shouldn't tell him to do that. But, Sir Raffle, if I remained out there, in the office,' and Johnny pointed towards the big room with his head, 'I could choose April for my month. And as the matter is so important to me, and to the earl—'
'What can it be?' said Sir Raffle.
'It's quite private,' said John Eames.
Hereupon Sir Raffle became very petulant, feeling that a bargain was being made with him. This young man would only consent to become his private secretary upon certain terms! 'Well, go in to FitzHoward now. I can't lose all my day in this way.'
'But I shall be able to get away at Easter?'
'I don't know. We shall see about it. But don't stand talking there now.' Then John Eames went into FitzHoward's room, and received that gentleman's congratulations on his appointment. 'I hope you like being rung for, like a servant, every minute, for he's always ringing that bell. And he'll roar at you till you're deaf. You must give up all dinner engagements, for though there is not much to do, he'll never let you go. I don't think anybody ever asks him out to dinner, for he likes being here till seven. And you'll have to write all
