John Eames Becomes a Man

Eames, when he was half way up to London in the railway carriage, took out from his pocket a letter and read it.  During the former portion of his journey he had been thinking of other things; but gradually he had resolved that it would be better for him not to think more of those other things for the present, and therefore he had recourse to his letter by way of dissipating his thoughts.  It was from Cradell, and ran as follows:—­

   INCOME-TAX OFFICE, May, 186—.

   MY DEAR JOHN,—­

I hope the tidings which I have to give you will not make you angry, and that you will not think I am untrue to the great friendship which I have for you because of that which I am now going to tell you.  There is no man—­[and the word “man” was underscored]—­there is no man whose regard I value so highly as I do yours; and though I feel that you can have no just ground to be displeased with me after all that I have heard you say on many occasions, nevertheless, in matters of the heart it is very hard for one person to understand the sentiments of another, and when the affections of a lady are concerned, I know that quarrels will sometimes arise.

Eames, when he had got so far as this, on the first perusal of the letter, knew well what was to follow.  “Poor Caudle!” he said to himself; “he’s hooked, and he’ll never get himself off the hook again.”

But let that be as it may, the matter has now gone too far for any alteration to be made by me; nor would any mere earthly inducement suffice to change me.  The claims of friendship are very strong, but those of love are paramount.  Of course I know all that has passed between you and Amelia Roper.  Much of this I had heard from you before, but the rest she has now told me with that pure-minded honesty which is the most remarkable feature in her character.  She has confessed that at one time she felt attached to you, and that she was induced by your perseverance to allow you to regard her as your fiancy. [Fancy-girl he probably conceived to be the vulgar English for the elegant term which he used.] But all that must be over between you now. Amelia has promised to be mine—­ [this also was underscored]—­and mine I intend that she shall be.  That you may find in the kind smiles of L. D. consolation for any disappointment which this may occasion you, is the ardent wish of your true friend,

   JOSEPH CRADELL.

P.S.—­Perhaps I had better tell you the whole.  Mrs Roper has been in some trouble about her house.  She is a little in arrears with her rent, and some bills have not been paid.  As she explained that she has been brought into this by those dreadful Lupexes, I have consented to take the house into my own hands, and have given bills to one or two tradesmen for small amounts.  Of course she will take them up, but it was the credit that was wanting.  She