“Wish you joy, Crosbie,” said Sir Raffle, standing up on the rug, waiting for the new secretary to go up to him and shake hands.  But Sir Raffle was going, and the new secretary did not indulge him.

“Thank ye, Sir Raffle,” said Crosbie, without going near the rug.

“Mr Crosbie, I congratulate you most sincerely,” said Mr Optimist.  “Your promotion has been the result altogether of your own merit.  You have been selected for the high office which you are now called upon to fill solely because it has been thought that you are the most fit man to perform the onerous duties attached to it.  Hum-hum-ha.  As, regards my share in the recommendation which we found ourselves bound to submit to the Treasury, I must say that I never felt less hesitation in my life, and I believe I may declare as much as regards the other members of the Board.”  And Mr Optimist looked around him for approving words.  He had come forward from his standing ground behind his chair to welcome Crosbie, and had shaken his hand cordially.  Fiasco also had risen from his seat, and had assured Crosbie in a whisper that he had feathered his nest uncommon well.  Then he had sat down again.

“Indeed you may, as far as I am concerned,” said Butterwell.

“I told the Chancellor of the Exchequer,” said Sir Raffle, speaking very loud and with much authority, “that unless he had some first-rate man to send from elsewhere I could name a fitting candidate.  ‘Sir Raffle,’ he said, ’I mean to keep it in the office, and therefore shall be glad of your opinion.’  ’In that case, Mr Chancellor,’ said I, ‘Mr Crosbie must be the man.’  ’Mr Crosbie shall be the man,’ said the Chancellor.  And Mr Crosbie is the man.”

“Your friend Sark spoke to Lord Brock about it,” said Fiasco.  Now the Earl of Sark was a young nobleman of much influence at the present moment, and Lord Brock was the Prime Minister.  “You should thank Lord Sark.”

“Had as much to do with it as if my footman had spoken,” said Sir Raffle.

“I am very much obliged to the Board for their good opinion,” said Crosbie, gravely.  “I am obliged to Lord Sark as well,—­and also to your footman, Sir Raffle, if, as you seem to say, he has interested himself in my favour.”

“I didn’t say anything of the kind,” said Sir Raffle.  “I thought it right to make you understand that it was my opinion, given, of course, officially, which prevailed with the Chancellor of the Exchequer.  Well, gentlemen, as I shall be wanted in the city, I will say good morning to you.  Is my carriage ready, Boggs?” Upon which the attendant messenger opened the door, and the great Sir Raffle Buffle took his final departure from the scene of his former labours.

“As to the duties of your new office”—­and Mr Optimist continued his speech, taking no other notice of the departure of his enemy than what was indicated by an increased brightness of his eye and a more satisfactory tone of voice—­“you will find yourself quite familiar with them.”