"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!