it should take me twelve hours at a stretch.  But I’m not going to pretend to believe all the lies he tells me about the Chancellor of the Exchequer.  If that is to be part of the private secretary’s business, he had better get somebody else.’  But now Sir Raffle was very angry, and his countenance was full of wrath as he looked down upon his subordinate minister.  ’If I had come here, Mr Eames, and had found you absent, I should have been very much annoyed, very much annoyed indeed, after having written as I did.’

’You would have found me absent at the hour you named.  As I wasn’t there then, I think it’s only fair to say so.’

‘I’m afraid you begrudge your time to the service, Mr Eames.’

‘I do begrudge it when the service doesn’t want it.’

’At your age, Mr Eames, that’s not for you to judge.  If I had acted in that way when I was young I should never have filled the position I now hold.  I always remembered in those days that as I was the hand and not the head, I was bound to hold myself in readiness whether work might be required of me or not.’

‘If I’m wanted as hand now, Sir Raffle, I’m ready.’

‘That’s all very well;—­but why were you not here at the hour I named?’

’Well, Sir Raffle, I cannot say that the Chancellor of the Exchequer detained me;—­but there was business.  As I’ve been here for the last two hours, I am happy to think that in this instance the public service will not have suffered by my disobedience.’

Sir Raffle was still standing with his hat on, and with his back to the fire, and his countenance was full of wrath.  It was on his tongue to tell Johnny that he had better return to his former work in the outer office.  He greatly wanted the comfort of a private secretary who would believe in him—­or at least pretend to believe in him.  There are men who, though they have not sense enough to be true, have nevertheless sense enough to know that they cannot expect to be really believed in by those who are near enough to them to know them.  Sir Raffle Buffle was such a one.  He would have greatly delighted in the services of someone who would trust him implicitly—­of some young man who would really believe all that he said of himself and of the Chancellor of the Exchequer; but he was wise enough to perceive that no such young man was to be had; or that any such man—­could such a one be found—­would be absolutely useless for any purposes of work.  He knew himself to be a liar whom nobody trusted.  And he knew himself also to be a bully—­though he could not think so low of himself as to believe that he was a bully whom nobody feared.  A private secretary was at the least bound to pretend to believe in him.  There is a decency in such things, and that decency John Eames did not observe.  He thought that he must get rid of John Eames, in spite of certain attractions which belonged to Johnny’s appearance and general manners, and social standing, and reputed wealth.