Part 70 (1/2)

”The absurdity would be so great that it would crush me, sir. I shouldn't be worth my salt,” said Roden.

”That's a kind of thing that wears itself out very quickly. You would feel odd at first,--and so would the other men, and the messengers.

I should feel a little odd when I asked some one to send the Duca di Crinola to me, for we are not in the habit of sending for Dukes. But there is nothing that you can't get used to. If your father had been a Prince I don't think I should break down under it after the first month.”

”What good would it do me, Sir Boreas?”

”I think it would do you good. It is difficult to explain the good,--particularly to a man who is so violently opposed as you to all ideas of rank. But--.”

”You mean that I should get promoted quicker because of my t.i.tle?”

”I think it probable that the Civil Service generally would find itself able to do something more for a good officer with a high name than for a good officer without one.”

”Then, Sir Boreas, the Civil Service ought to be ashamed of itself.”

”Perhaps so;--but such would be the fact. Somebody would interfere to prevent the anomaly of the Duca di Crinola sitting at the same table with Mr. Crocker. I will not dispute it with you,--whether it ought to be so;--but, if it be probable, there is no reason why you should not take advantage of your good fortune, if you have capacity and courage enough to act up to it. Of course what we all want in life is success. If a chance comes in your way I don't see why you should fling it away.” This was the wisdom of Sir Boreas; but Roden would not take advantage of it. He thanked the great man for his kindness and sympathy, but declined to reconsider his decision.

In the outer office,--in the room, for instance, in which Mr.

Jerningham sat with Crocker and Bobbin and Geraghty, the feeling was very much stronger in favour of the t.i.tle, and was expressed in stronger language. Crocker could not contain himself when he heard that there was a doubt upon the subject. On Roden's first arrival at the office Crocker almost flung himself into his friend's arms, with just a single exclamation. ”Duca, Duca, Duca!” he had said, and had then fallen back into his own seat overcome by his emotions. Roden had pa.s.sed this by without remark. It was very distasteful to him, and disgusting. He would fain have been able to sit down at his own desk, and go on with his own work, without any special notice of the occasion, other than the ordinary greeting occasioned by his return.

It was distressing to him that anything should have been known about his father and his father's t.i.tle. But that it should be known was natural. The world had heard of it. The world had put it into the newspapers, and the world had talked about it. Of course Mr.

Jerningham also would talk of it, and the two younger clerks,--and Crocker. Crocker would of course talk of it louder than any one else.

That was to be expected. A certain amount of misconduct was to be expected from Crocker, and must be forgiven. Therefore he pa.s.sed over the ecstatic and almost hysterical repet.i.tion of the t.i.tle which his father had borne, hoping that Crocker might be overcome by the effort, and be tranquil. But Crocker was not so easily overcome. He did sit for a moment or two on his seat with his mouth open; but he was only preparing himself for his great demonstration.

”We are very glad to see you again,--sir,” said Mr. Jerningham; not at first quite knowing how it would become him to address his fellow-clerk.

”Thank you, Mr. Jerningham. I have got back again safe.”

”I am sure we are all delighted to hear--what we have heard,” said Mr. Jerningham cautiously.

”By George, yes,” said Bobbin. ”I suppose it's true; isn't it? Such a beautiful name!”

”There are so many things are true, and so many are false, that I don't quite know how to answer you,” said Roden.

”But you are--?” asked Geraghty; and then he stopped, not quite daring to trust himself with the grand t.i.tle.

”No;--that's just what I'm not,” replied the other.

”But he is,” shouted Crocker, jumping from his seat. ”He is! He is!

It's quite true. He is Duca di Crinola. Of course we'll call him so, Mr. Jerningham;--eh?”

”I am sure I don't know,” said Mr. Jerningham with great caution.

”You'll allow me to know my own name,” said Roden.

”No! no!” continued Crocker. ”It's all very well for your modesty, but it's a kind of thing which your friends can't stand. We are quite sure that you're the Duca.” There was something in the Italian t.i.tle which was peculiarly soothing to Crocker's ears. ”A man has to be called by what he is, not by what he chooses. If the Duke of Middles.e.x called himself Mr. Smith, he'd be Duke all the same;--wouldn't he, Mr. Jerningham? All the world would call him Duke. So it must be with you. I wouldn't call your Grace Mr. ----; you know what I mean, but I won't p.r.o.nounce it ever again;--not for ever so much.” Roden's brow became very black as he found himself subjected to the effects of the man's folly. ”I call upon the whole office,” continued Crocker, ”for the sake of its own honour, to give our dear and highly-esteemed friend his proper name on all occasions.

Here's to the health of the Duca di Crinola!” Just at that moment Crocker's lunch had been brought in, consisting of bread and cheese and a pint of stout. The pewter pot was put to his mouth and the toast was drank to the honour and glory of the drinker's n.o.ble friend with no feeling of intended ridicule. It was a grand thing to Crocker to have been brought into contact with a man possessed of so n.o.ble a t.i.tle. In his heart of hearts he reverenced ”The Duca.” He would willingly have stayed there till six or seven o'clock and have done all the Duca's work for him,--because the Duca was a Duca. He would not have done it satisfactorily, because it was not in his nature to do any work well, but he would have done it as well as he did his own. He hated work; but he would have sooner worked all night than see a Duca do it,--so great was his reverence for the aristocracy generally.

”Mr. Crocker,” said Mr. Jerningham severely, ”you are making yourself a nuisance. You generally do.”