Civil service -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
At eleven o'clock the Board-room was opened, and the candidates walked
in and seated themselves. Fear of Sir Gregory, and other causes, had
thinned the number. Poor Jones, who by right of seniority should have
had the prize, declined to put himself in competition with his juniors,
and in lieu thereof sent up to the Lords of the Treasury an awful
memorial spread over fifteen folio pages--very uselessly. The Lords
of the Treasury referred it to the three kings, whose secretary put a
minute upon it. Sir Gregory signed the minute, and some gentleman at
the Treasury wrote a short letter to Mr. Jones, apprising that unhappy
gentleman that my Lords had taken the matter into their fullest
consideration, and that nothing could be done to help him. Had Jones
been consulted by any other disappointed Civil Service Werter as to the
expediency of complaining to the Treasury Lords, Jones would have told
him exactly what would be the result. The disappointed one, however,
always thinks that all the Treasury Lords will give all their ears to
him, though they are deafer than Icarus to the world beside.
Robinson stood his ground like a man; but Brown found out, a day or
two before the struggle came, that he could not bring himself to
stand against his friend. Jones, he said, he knew was incompetent, but
Robinson ought to get it; so he, for one, would not stand in Robinson's
way.
Uppinall was there, as confident as a bantam cock; and so was Alphabet
Precis, who had declared to all his friends that if the pure well of
official English undefiled was to count for anything, he ought to be
pretty safe. But poor Minusex was ill, and sent a certificate. He had
so crammed himself with unknown quantities, that his mind--like a
gourmand's stomach--had broken down under the effort, and he was now
sobbing out algebraic positions under his counterpane.
Norman and Alaric made up the five who still had health, strength, and
pluck to face the stern justice of the new kings; and they accordingly
took their seats on five chairs, equally distant, placing themselves in
due order of seniority.
And then, first of all, Sir Gregory made a little speech, standing up at
the head of the Board-room table, with an attendant king on either hand,
and the Secretary, and two Assistant-Secretaries, standing near him. Was
not this a proud moment for Sir Gregory?
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