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the same. A great evil had befallen him, but he could in no way mitigate that evil by taking the law of the man who had attacked him. To have the thing as little talked about as possible should be his endeavour. What though he should have Eames locked up and fined, and scolded by a police magistrate? That would not in any degree lessen his calamity. If he could have parried the attack, and got the better of his foe; if he could have administered the black eye instead of receiving it, then indeed he could have laughed the matter off at his club, and his original crime would have been somewhat glozed over by his success in arms. But such good fortune had not been his. He was forced, however, on the moment to decide as to what he would do.

“We’ve got him here in custody, sir,” said Bushers, touching his hat. It had become known from the guard that Crosbie was somewhat of a big man, a frequent guest at Courcy Castle, and of repute and station in the higher regions of the Metropolitan world. “The magistrates will be sitting at Paddington, now, sir⁠—or will be by the time we get there.”

By this time some mighty railway authority had come upon the scene and made himself cognizant of the facts of the row⁠—a stern official who seemed to carry the weight of many engines on his brow; one at the very sight of whom smokers would drop their cigars, and porters close their fists against sixpences; a great man with an erect chin, a quick step, and a well-brushed hat powerful with an elaborately upturned brim. This was the platform-superintendent, dominant even over the policemen.

“Step into my room, Mr. Crosbie,” he said. “Stubbs, bring that man in with you.” And then, before Crosbie had been able to make up his mind as to any other line of conduct, he found himself in the superintendent’s room, accompanied by the guard, and by the two policemen who conducted Johnny Eames between them.

“What’s all this?” said the superintendent, still keeping on his hat, for he was aware how much of the excellence of his personal dignity was owing to the arrangement of that article; and as he spoke he frowned upon the culprit with his utmost severity. “Mr. Crosbie, I am very sorry that you should have been exposed to such brutality on our platform.”

“You don’t know what he has done,” said Johnny. “He is the most confounded scoundrel living. He has broken⁠—” But then he stopped himself. He was going to tell the superintendent that the confounded scoundrel had broken a beautiful young lady’s heart; but he bethought himself that he would not allude more specially to Lily Dale in that hearing.

“Do you know who he is, Mr. Crosbie?” said the superintendent.

“Oh, yes,” said Crosbie, whose eye was already becoming blue. “He is a clerk in the Income-tax Office, and his name is Eames. I believe you had better leave him to me.”

But the superintendent at once wrote down the words “Income-tax Office⁠—Eames,” on his tablet. “We can’t allow a row like that to take place on our platform and not notice it. I shall bring it before the directors. It’s a most disgraceful affair, Mr. Eames⁠—most disgraceful.”

But Johnny by this time had perceived that Crosbie’s eye was in a state which proved satisfactorily that his morning’s work had not been thrown away, and his spirits were rising accordingly. He did not care two straws for the superintendent or even for the policemen, if only the story could be made to tell well for himself hereafter. It was his object to have thrashed Crosbie, and now, as he looked at his enemy’s face, he acknowledged that Providence had been good to him.

“That’s your opinion,” said Johnny.

“Yes, sir, it is,” said the superintendent; “and I shall know how to represent the matter to your superiors, young man.”

“You don’t know all about it,” said Eames; “and I don’t suppose you ever will. I had made up my mind what I’d do the first time I saw that scoundrel there; and now I’ve done it. He’d have got much worse in the railway carriage, only there was a lady there.”

“Mr. Crosbie, I really think we had better take him before the magistrates.”

To this, however, Crosbie objected. He assured the superintendent that he would himself know how to deal with the matter⁠—which, however, was exactly what he did not know. Would the superintendent allow one of the railway servants to get a cab for him, and to find his luggage? He was very anxious to get home without being subjected to any more of Mr. Eames’s insolence.

“You haven’t done with Mr. Eames’s insolence yet, I can tell you. All London shall hear of it, and shall know why. If you have any shame in you, you shall be ashamed to show your face.”

Unfortunate man! Who can say that punishment⁠—adequate punishment⁠—had not overtaken him? For the present, he had to sneak home with a black eye, with the knowledge inside him that he had been whipped by a clerk in the Income-tax Office; and for the future⁠—he was bound over to marry Lady Alexandrina De Courcy!

He got himself smuggled off in a cab, without being forced to go again upon the platform⁠—his luggage being brought to him by two assiduous porters. But in all this there was very little balm for his hurt pride. As he ordered the cabman to drive to Mount Street, he felt that he had ruined himself by that step in life which he had taken at Courcy Castle. Whichever way he looked he had no comfort. “D⁠⸺ the fellow!” he said, almost out loud in the cab; but though he did with his outward voice allude to Eames, the curse in his inner thoughts was uttered against himself.

Johnny was allowed to make his way down to the platform, and there find his own carpetbag. One young porter, however, came up and fraternized with him.

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