CHAPTER XI.
During the first few days he kept the fact diligently before his mind that he was in a land where there was "work and bread for all." In fact, for convenience' sake he fitted it to a little tune and hummed it to himself; but as time wore on the fact itself began to take on a doubtful look, and next the tune got fatigued and presently ran down and stopped.
His first effort was to get an upper clerkship in one of the departments, where his Oxford education could come into play and do him service.
But he stood no chance whatever.

There, competency was no recommendation; political backing, without competency, was worth six of it.

He was glaringly English, and that was necessarily against him in the political centre of a nation where both parties prayed for the Irish cause on the house-top and blasphemed it in the cellar.

By his dress he was a cowboy; that won him respect--when his back was not turned--but it couldn't get a clerkship for him.

But he had said, in a rash moment, that he would wear those clothes till the owner or the owner's friends caught sight of them and asked for that money, and his conscience would not let him retire from that engagement now.
At the end of a week things were beginning to wear rather a startling look.