it, which he read aloud to various bodies of the civil service—­not at all to their delight—­which he got to be printed here and there, and which he sent by post all over the kingdom.  More that once this chief commissioner had told his private secretary that they must part company, unless the private secretary could see fit to alter his view, or could, at least, keep his views to himself.  But the private secretary would do neither; and, nevertheless, there he was, still private secretary.  ’It’s because Johnny has got money,’ said one of the young clerks, who was discussing this singular state of things with his brethren at the office.  ’When a chap has got money, he may do what he likes.  Johnny has got lots of money, you know.’  The young clerk in question was by no means on intimate terms with Mr Eames, but there had grown up in the office a way of calling him Johnny behind his back, which had probably come down from the early days of his scrapes and poverty.

Now the entire life of Mr John Eames was pervaded by a great secret; and although he never, in those days, alluded to the subject in conversation with any man belonging to the office, yet the secret was known by them all.  It had been historical for the last four or five years, and was now regarded as a thing of course.  Mr John Eames was in love, and his love was not happy.  He was in love, and had long been in love, and the lady of his love was not kind to him.  The little history had grown to be very touching and pathetic, having received, no doubt some embellishments from the imaginations of the gentlemen of the Income-Tax Office.  It was said of him that he had been in love from his early boyhood, that at sixteen he had been engaged, under the sanction of the nobleman now deceased and of the young lady’s parents, that contracts of betrothal had been drawn up, and things done very unusual in private families in these days, and that then there had come a stranger into the neighbourhood just as the young lady was beginning to reflect whether she had a heart of her own or not, and that she had thrown her parents, and the noble lord, and the contract, and poor Johnny Eames to the winds, and had—­Here the story took different directions, as told by different men.  Some said the lady had gone off with the stranger and that there had been a clandestine marriage, which afterwards turned out to be no marriage at all; others, that the stranger suddenly took himself off, and was no more seen by the young lady; others that he owned at last to having another wife—­and so on.  The stranger was very well known to be one Mr Crosbie, belonging to another public office; and there were circumstances in his life, only half known, which gave rise to these various rumours.  But there was one thing certain, one point as to which no clerk in the Income-Tax Office had a doubt, one fact which had conduced much to the high position which Mr John Eames now held in the estimation of his brother clerks—­he had given this Mr