[The Last Chronicle of Barset by Anthony Trollope]@TWC D-Link bookThe Last Chronicle of Barset CHAPTER XV 2/32
His mother, who lived in the country, was obedient to his slightest word, never venturing to impose upon him any sign of parental authority; and to his sister, Mary Eames, who lived with her mother, he was almost a god upon earth.
To sisters who have nothing of their own,--not even some special god for their own individual worship,--generous, affectionate, unmarried brothers, with sufficient incomes, are gods upon earth. And even up in London Mr.John Eames was somebody.
He was so especially at his office; although, indeed, it was remembered by many a man how raw a lad he had been when he first came there, not so very many years ago; and how they had laughed at him and played him tricks; and how he had customarily been known to be without a shilling for the last week before pay-day, during which period he would borrow sixpence here and a shilling there with great energy, from men who now felt themselves to be honoured when he smiled upon them.
Little stories of his former days would often be told of him behind his back; but they were not told with ill-nature, because he was very constant in referring to the same matters himself. And it was acknowledged by every one at the office, that neither the friendship of the nobleman, nor the fact of the private secretaryship, nor the acquisition of his wealth, had made him proud to his old companions or forgetful of old friendships.
To the young men, lads who had lately been appointed, he was perhaps a little cold; but then it was only reasonable to conceive that such a one as Mr.John Eames was now could not be expected to make an intimate acquaintance with every new clerk that might be brought into the office.
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