Part 64 (1/2)

”And do you imagine, sir, that a bravado about your ignorance is the sure road to advancement? I can tell you, young gentleman, that the days of mighty patronage are gone by; the public require to be served with competent officials. We are not in the era of Castlereaghs and Vansittarts. If you can satisfy the Commissioners, you may come back here; if you cannot, you may go back to--to whatever life you were leading before, and were probably most fit for. As for you, Mr. Blount, I told you before that on the first occasion of your attempting to exercise here that talent for intrigue on which you pride yourself, and of which Mr. Vance told me you were a proficient, I should report you. I now say, sir,--and bear in mind I say so openly, and to yourself, and in presence of your friend here,--I shall do so this day.”

”May I explain, sir?”

”You may not, sir,--withdraw!” The wave of the hand that accompanied this order evidently included Tony; but he held his ground undismayed, while the other fell back, overwhelmed with shame and confusion.

Not deigning to be aware of Tony's continued presence in the room, Mr. Brand again addressed himself to his writing materials, when a green-cloth door at the back of the room opened, and Mr. Vance entered, and, advancing to where the other sat, leaned over his chair and whispered some words in his ear. ”You 'll find I 'm right,” muttered he, as he finished.

”And where's the Office to go to?” burst out the other, in a tone of ill-repressed pa.s.sion; ”will you just tell me that? Where's the Office to go--if this continues?”

”That's neither your affair nor mine,” whispered Vance. ”These sort of things were done before we were born, and they will be done after we 're in our graves!”

”And is he to walk in here, and say, 'I 'm first for service; I don't care whether you like it or not'?”

”He 's listening to you all this while,--are you aware of that?”

whispered Vance; on which the other grew very red in the face, took off his spectacles, wiped and replaced them, and then, addressing Tony, said, ”Go away, sir,--leave the Office.”

”Mr. Brand means that you need not wait,” said Vance, approaching Tony.

”All you have to do is to leave your town address here, in the outer office, and come up once or twice a day.”

”And as to this examination,” said Tony, stoutly, ”it's better I should say once for all--”

”It's better you should just say nothing at all,” said the other, good-humoredly, as he slipped his arm inside of Tony's and led him away.

”You see,” whispered he, ”my friend Mr. Brand is hasty.”

”I should think he _is_ hasty!” growled out Tony.

”But he is a warm-hearted--a truly warm-hearted man--”

”Warm enough he seems.”

”When you know him better--”

”I don't want to know him better!” burst in Tony. ”I got into a sc.r.a.pe already with just such another: he was collector for the port of Derry, and I threw him out of the window, and all the blame was laid upon me!”

”Well, that certainly was hard,” said Vance, with a droll twinkle of his eye,--”I call that very hard.”

”So do I, after the language he used to me, saying all the while, 'I'm no duellist,--I'm not for a saw-pit, with coffee and pistols for two,'--and all that vulgar slang about murder and such-like.”

”And was he much hurt?”

”No; not much. It was only his collar-bone and one rib, I think,--I forget now,--for I had to go over to Skye, and stay there a good part of the summer.”

”Mr. Blount, take down this gentleman's address, and show him where he is to wait; and don't--” Here he lowered his voice, so that the remainder of his speech was inaudible to Tony.

”Not if I can help it, sir,” replied Blount; ”but if you knew how hard it is!”

There was something almost piteous in the youth's face as he spoke; and, indeed, Vance seemed moved to a certain degree of compa.s.sion as he said, ”Well, well, do your best,--do your best, none can do more.”

”It's two o'clock. I 'll go out and have a cigar with you, if you don't mind,” said Blount to Tony. ”We 're quite close to the Park here; and a little fresh air will do me good.”

”Come along,” said Tony, who, out of compa.s.sion, had already a sort of half-liking for the much-suffering young fellow.