will carry on the house, but I shall, in fact, be the proprietor.  I suppose it will not suit you now to remain here, but don’t you think I might make it comfortable enough for some of our fellows; say half-a-dozen, or so?  That is Mrs Roper’s idea, and I certainly think it is not a bad one.  Our first efforts must be to get rid of the Lupexes.  Miss Spruce goes next week.  In the meantime we are all taking our meals up in our own rooms, so that there is nothing for the Lupexes to eat.  But they don’t seem to mind that, and still keep the sitting-room and best bedroom.  We mean to lock them out after Tuesday, and send all their boxes to the public-house.

Poor Cradell!  Eames, as he threw himself back upon his seat and contemplated the depth of misfortune into which his friend had fallen, began to be almost in love with his own position.  He himself was, no doubt, a very miserable fellow.  There was only one thing in life worth living for, and that he could not get.  He had been thinking for the last three days of throwing himself before a locomotive steam-engine, and was not quite sure that he would not do it yet; but, nevertheless, his place was a place among the gods as compared to that which poor Cradell had selected for himself.  To be not only the husband of Amelia Roper, but to have been driven to take upon himself as his bride’s fortune the whole of his future mother-in-law’s debts!  To find himself the owner of a very indifferent lodging-house—­the owner as regarded all responsibility, though not the owner as regarded any possible profit!  And then, above and almost worse than all the rest, to find himself saddled with the Lupexes in the beginning of his career!  Poor Cradell indeed!

Eames had not taken his things away from the lodging-house before he left London, and therefore determined to drive to Burton Crescent immediately on his arrival, not with the intention of remaining there, even for a night, but that he might bid them farewell, speak his congratulations to Amelia, and arrange for his final settlement with Mrs Roper.  It should have been explained in the last chapter that the earl had told him before parting with him that his want of success with Lily would make no difference as regarded money.  John had, of course, expostulated, saying that he did not want anything, and would not, under his existing circumstances, accept anything; but the earl was a man who knew how to have his own way, and in this matter did have it.  Our friend, therefore, was a man of wealth when he returned to London, and could tell Mrs Roper that he would send her a cheque for her little balance as soon as he reached his office.