MR. ROBERT VYNER entered upon his new duties with enthusiasm. The second day he was at the office half an hour before anybody else; on the third day the staff competed among themselves for the honour of arriving first, and greeted him as respectfully as their feelings would permit when he strolled in at a quarter to eleven. The arrival of the senior partner on the day following at a phenomenally early hour, for the sake of setting an example to the junior, filled them with despair. Their spirits did not revive until Mr. John had given up the task as inconvenient and useless. M R. ROBERT VYNER entered A slight fillip was given to Robert's waning enthusiasm by the arrival of new furniture for his room. A large mahogany writing-table, full of drawers and pigeon-holes, gave him a pleasant sense of importance, and the revolving chair which went with it afforded a welcome relief to a young and ardent nature. Twice the office-boy had caught the junior partner, with his legs tucked up to avoid collisions, whirling wildly around, and had waited respectfully at the door for the conclusion of the performance. "It goes a bit stiff, Bassett," said the junior partner. "Yessir," said Bassett. "I'm trying to ease it a bit," explained Mr. Robert. "Yessir," said Bassett again. Mr. Robert regarded him closely. An undersized boy in spectacles, with a large head and an air of gravity and old age on his young features, which the junior thought somewhat ill-placed for such an occasion. "I suppose you never twizzle round on your chair, Bassett?" he said, slowly. Bassett shivered at the idea. "No, sir," he said, solemnly; "I've got my work to do." Mr. Robert sought for other explanations. "And, of course, you have a stool," he remarked; "you couldn't swing round on that." "Not even if I wanted to, sir," said the unbending Bassett. Mr. Robert nodded, and taking some papers from his table held them before his face and surveyed the youth over the top. Bassett stood patiently to attention. "That's all right," said the other; "thank you."