"It is always best to tell the whole of a story," said Sir Raffle. Johnny being quite content with the upshot of the negotiations accepted this gentle rebuke in silence, and withdrew. On the next day he appeared again at the office in his ordinary costume, and an idea crossed Sir Raffle's brain that he had been partly "done" by the affectation of a costume. "I'll be even with him some day yet," said Sir Raffle to himself.
"I've got my leave, boys," said Eames when he went out into the room in which his three friends sat.
"No!" said Cradell.
"But I have," said Johnny.
"You don't mean that old Huffle Scuffle has given it out of his own head?" said Fisher.
"Indeed he has," said Johnny; "and bade God bless me into the bargain."
"And you didn't give him the oysters?" said FitzHoward.
"Not a shell," said Johnny.
"I'm blessed if you don't beat cock-fighting," said Cradell, lost in admiration at his friend's adroitness.
We know how John passed his evening after that. He went first to see Lily Dale at her uncle's lodgings in Sackville Street, from thence he was taken to the presence of the charming Madalina in Porchester Terrace, and then wound up the night with his friend Conway Dalrymple. When he got to his bed he felt himself to have been triumphant, but in spite of his triumph he was ashamed of himself. Why had he left Lily to go to Madalina? As he thought of this he quoted to himself against himself Hamlet's often-quoted appeal to the two portraits. How could he not despise himself in that he could find any pleasure with Madalina, having a Lily Dale to fill his thoughts? "But she is not fair for me," he said to himself,—thinking thus to comfort himself. But he did not comfort himself.
On the next morning early his uncle, Mr. Toogood, met him at the Dover Railway Station. "Upon my word, Johnny, you're a clever fellow," said he. "I never thought that you'd make it all right with Sir Raffle."
"As right as a trivet, uncle. There are some people, if you can only get to learn the length of their feet, you can always fit them with shoes afterwards."
"You'll go on direct to Florence, Johnny?"
"Yes; I think so. From what we have heard, Mrs. Arabin must be either there or at Venice, and I don't suppose I could
