power, and carefully drew
up a list of such as he desired to recommend to the Government for place
and employment.

Every morning Sir Maurice Dashwood's well-appointed cab drew up at his
door, and the lively baronet would dash up the stairs to Dunn's room
with all the elasticity of youth, and more real energy than is the
fortune of one young fellow in a thousand. With a consummate knowledge
of men and the world, he was second to none in his profession. He felt
he could afford to indulge the gay and buoyant spirits with which Nature
had blessed him, and even, doctor that he was, take his share in all the
sports of the field and all the pleasures of society.

"Well, Dunn," cried he, gayly, one morning, as he entered the carefully
darkened room where the other sat, surrounded with papers and deep in
affairs, "I think you may accept your bill of health, and come out
of dock tomorrow. They are gazetted now, and the world as wise as
yourself."

"So I mean to do," said Dunn. "I intend to dine with the Chancellor.
What is said about the new Government?"

"Very little. There is really little to say. They are nearly the same
pieces, only placed differently on the board. This trumpery cry about
'right men in right places' will lead to all kinds of confusion, since
it will eternally suggest choice, which, in plain words, means newspaper
dictation."

"As good as any other dictation: better in one respect, for it so often
recants its judgments," said Dunn, sarcastically.

"Well, they are unanimous about _you_ this morning. They are all eagerly
inquiring in what way the Government propose to recognize the services
of one of the ablest men and most disinterested patriots of our day."

"I don't want anything from them," said Dunn, testily, and walking to
the window to avoid the keen, sharp glance the other bent upon him.

"The best way to get it when you _do_ want," said Dash-wood. "By the
way, what's our new Viceroy like?"

"A very good appointment, indeed," said Dunn, gravely.

"Oh, I don't mean that. I want to know what he is personally: is he
stiff, haughty, grave, gay, stand-off, or affable?"

"I should say, from what I have seen of Lord Allington, that he is one
of those men who are grave without sadness--"

"Come, come, never mind the antithesis; does he care for society, does
he like sport, is he free-handed, or has he only come here with the
traditional policy to 'drain Ireland'?"

"You 'll like him much," said